So I don't usually post three posts in one day, but today, I showed a friend of mine There, I'd Find Love, and he instantly sent me this response: "Love, like the ocean, has depths only the observer can see... Feel. The pressure, the cold, the undeserving feeling of being there. The thought, "If they... Continue Reading →
There, I’d Find Love
The mind has a way of ensnaring its victims, and the worst part is we can't run away. Sometimes, I want my heart to take over because that's all I knew as a child, and I'm not ready to grow up. The more schooling I did, the older I got, the "wiser" I became, the... Continue Reading →
Place of War Against the Darkness
One friend sees a Pegasus mustang rearing, prepared for a battle against the Darkness. War is its function. Another sees a dragon with twisted neck, staring into the Prelude to Darkness, wings already overtaken because it did not take action when Darkness approached its perch. Complacency earns its wages. A third forsakes the plume for one smaller,... Continue Reading →
Beauty in Pain
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 →
Place of Filigree
A golden filigree swathes the jagged edges of clouds in a gilded crown, eloquence and magnificence contrasting the nebulous wisps of Heaven.
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 →
Place of Life
I recently went to the Grand Canyon with my brothers and sisters, and for a moment, I could breathe. There are no pictures that will do the Canyon due justice in representing its grandeur, and truly no words in any language that can properly express the joy I experienced with those that I Love. Perhaps... Continue Reading →
Motorcycle Man
A man goes for a late-night ride on his motorcycle on his way into town. On the way there, he is approached by another man wearing white shoes. White shoes asks motorcycle man, "Are you ready to go?" "No," motorcycle man replies, "I have so much to do, and it's late. My son starts his... Continue Reading →
December Rose: An Insight
Sometimes, I don't really know who I am. Let me explain... I like to consider myself a "creative." I search for various ways to express myself because I find enjoyment and catharsis by doing so. I think it began when I was young and lost track of who I was or who I thought I... Continue Reading →
December Rose 