I ruptured there, behind the old tales of decades past that sang like ancient bells, still ringing, and singing, and yearning to be revived. There’s a darkness within the realm of hard times and in the grim that shadows the earth in a blanket in deep dark wind. And, I tried to suppress, yes, I […]Read more "What can I do?"
Write…just write. And the words peel away from my fingers, as I sit trying to sift through the nonsense of my mind. Shadowed figures dance between the two sides of my brain, creating circles of darkened rhymes. And here I am left amidst my own nuisances and own freewill, to try and grasp at any […]Read more "Write"
you were my muse that inspired worlds, and I used you to paint my pictures with words. to try and express, the darkest parts of the healing within my mind. myself. to who? to you? no, you were a cloth that I adorned my wounds in. you were the bruise that I beat into for […]Read more "muse"
it never stops. this healing happens every single day.Read more "self-work"
an instant of differing perception to cast a shadow on a flowery gaze – a heart yearning for completion – a mind tricking, the joker plays – i found a moment of exaction, tainted by a moment of cause – i fed the animal of attraction and draped my wounds in a cotton gauze. i […]Read more "falling"
this is an entirely new chapter sculpted from the lessons that grew my soul. -thankful.Read more "You."
i’m sleepless, i lay wide awake, with memories and hopes and tales my mind creates, because falling into you, means falling out of him, and this breaks me entirely into again. -he always was my heart.Read more "sleepless"
It was worth every moment of the darkness, the agonizing repress of pain in which forced me to grow. Tasting death on the brink of my lips, but not death of my life, but of part of my soul. Part of my heart. It was worth it to tell you goodbye through the tears of […]Read more "it was worth it"
I really need you today. • I feel the weight of the world consuming my heart with it’s peril of guilt and greed – • I feel exhausted, and tired, sick with unknown stories of this way or that, indeed. • I have tasted the waters of loving abundance, I have danced in life giving […]Read more "today"
My dreams glide through these waking eyes leaving with the morning’s fresh light. • Yet for a moment the memory remains of a land full of wonders, the eyes of my beloved, beholding. • It follows me in dream realms, this love, emerging with the daylight. It caresses my soul, and glides into the abyss […]Read more "A Dream’s Song"