There is a grand Ebb and Flow To all of Life and all we know I've not seen enough years to count More than fractions of all to which I shall amount And in my inexperience, I fight With seeing any of my limited hindsight And so, Lord, be my guide To walk this life... Continue Reading →
Go Dog Go Café: Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Good morning friends, As you may or may not know, I am a Barista for Go Dog Go Café. Today, we have our Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. As someone generally new to writing, I love partaking in these types of prompts, and I encourage you to take a leap and participate. Describe your life story... Continue Reading →
Together
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.
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
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 →
Time Beleaguered
Dusk threatens with tendrils of gold To put me to sleep in the loveliest fold "Just up the stream" by a nymph, I'm told Is where I can run and never grow old But the decaying smell of moss and mold Lies just behind and bites like bitter cold Now I've gone too far, this life I've... Continue Reading →
I Want To Be Terrified
I took a walk earlier today. In fact, I think I may go for another one here at the end of this post... I walked out the doors of my office building to simply enjoy the cool morning air. I went out there to talk with God, hoping that He'd strike me with some divine... Continue Reading →
Scraps of Peace
A thousand lives pass by thirty-thousand and six feet below and yet I think it's me wasting away because for every mile passed, I'm less than a minute older and yet a lifetime closer to the places imagination takes us. In this moment of muted melody I come by scraps of peace and,... Continue Reading →
December Rose 