And I can't seem to decide//Which appeals to me more//A place for stillness to reside//Or the vim of discordant roar...
The Vim of Discordant Roar
Trying to Believe
I would like to become the grandest things that you perceive...
Tea is at Four
"...tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don't bother knocking!"
-Bilbo Baggins
Here I am
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. I
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
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 →
The Cadence of Hope
The mechanical resonance that fills my bones has me cracking. Constructive frequency chips away at my shoulders and knees. Rejection to critique to the words that no one speaks that haunt me that makes my courage flee my visage disfiguring. This is not pretty. This is the ugly me. But I keep getting up,... Continue Reading →
December Rose 