I used to think That pain was crippling That death was debilitating That to lose a friend was hopelessmess woops... hopelessness I've come to find If I start numbing The picture starts pixilating And I think lonely is fornever woops... forever But now I see I just need something a field of daisies, breathtaking... Continue Reading →
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. IV (On Boredom and Inspiration)
It's so funny how I I can feel so lost in no time No time at all, and no rhyme as to why I feel just a tiny bit dead inside But that's not right at all making a zephyr out of a squall And now I am just appalled I recall all Now, totally... Continue Reading →
Why…
I've shown my hand And you took it in yours, folded in your warmth On this cliff I stand Ready for weather or sword Bare and bearing the third cord This happens every time it's more than I can afford sleeves repeatedly ripped and worn Love is mine just know you are... Continue Reading →
Place of Petrichor, Pt. II
"The raindrops address the page where my heart was meant to lay..." This is a line I've been holding onto for literally a few years. It can be seen in one of my posts, Place of Petrichor, and usually comes up whenever there is rain and I feel inspired, but I can't quite verbalize the quaking... Continue Reading →
A Horizon Away
Somewhere between the sunset and the storm, I wait Some say the day is done Some say the night is young Something tells me anticipation won't abate Pretending that I'm basking in the golden rays Prefer to be someone Prepare for a numb tongue Predisposed to silent awe in deluge and flames Now... Continue Reading →
The Tapestry
Some days, I dream of a day when I will see the world's elegant finery and perhaps this will cause me to believe That home, austere, made for eyes, crystal clear enveloped in Love, primed for fear, is for the enervated children here Not because I see a darkening sky or think it... Continue Reading →
Adam and Eden
My dear, little friend Your countenance is filled with courage Your spine, straight, as the wind surges You fear not an end My dear, little friend You stand up though not the greatest You are stout against the tempest But you don't condescend What gives you such pride As I hold you in my rough hands Your pristine,... Continue Reading →
The Box
A man hands you a box And says, "Inside is exactly what you want." So... What's inside the box? I'm tempted by the imagination of a gryphon A young cub named Alastair I'd raise him as my dear son All of him, feathers and lion's hair I want to say I'd hold a... Continue Reading →
Lose It All
I'm so accustomed to screaming convictions but now, I've lost my voice I'm looking for someone or some other problem to remind me I have a choice Now, from this box I'm in I begin to begin to begin I'm begging you if you've got a clue reveal the secret truth If I'm... Continue Reading →
December Rose 