Ashes to ashes And dust to dust Words to letters And iron to rust Pictures and frames Passed down, son to son Twice, maybe thrice Trading memories for a new one Maintain character Pretend with the times Play a new part But never consign Be your own self Yet look to the... Continue Reading →
Broken Sole
I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →
A General Nescience
This nescience of life Is my best attempt at understanding The culmination of years Learning how to be me But I cannot use a knife To dissect another's comprehending The culmination of fears Learning how to breathe Theory
Thank You! (I’ve Reached 100 Followers!)
If you're reading this, it means I have finally reached 100 followers on WordPress! Well, actually 101... Two people (Scribbled to Paper and Charulchandak followed me at almost exactly the same time. It truly means the world to me that you all would take the time to read anything I've written, especially because I don't... Continue Reading →
Stronger Than You Know
Looking up to see the walls of my heart Crumbling and scarred Carelessly marred At least I'm down here and not in my mind Dark and confined Practical time I swear I'm okay... at least I will be Too dark to see But I'm optimystique Some day, I hope it'll flood or cave in Leveled again... Continue Reading →
Once More
The sweet dawn and her gentle breeze Are reserved for the lovely nightingale Tirelessly caressing the world in a melody That speaks of starshine and moonlight, gleaming As seamen once more hoist the sail Remind me again what it means To captivate hearts, and what is entail'd To love and be loved, to live... Continue Reading →
Ever On the Wing
And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →
Remind Me
Surrounded by words But I find myself speechless Surrounded by air But I don't have what it takes to breathe In, out, in, forget it I could write every step to the perfect mess In, out, in, forget it I got hooked and now there's a hole in the heart on my sleeve Remind... Continue Reading →
The Piper’s Flue – The Aught (so far)
The following is the folding story "The Piper's Flute" as it has been written so far. It is turning out to be my favorite tale being constructed by The Community. Please read and consider adding a few lines to the tales being told in The Aught or The Naught. SayerTeller: The rain began to poor... Continue Reading →
December Rose 