Appropriate Anger

“Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” (Ephesians 4: 26-27 KJV) The beach against the tide has nowhere it can hide. Were it a soul against spite, mercilessly the spite derides. For those without sight or those who can’t fight mercy pleases God’s eyes as we offer…

Most Everyone’s Mad Here

Off with my head! As I spin in dread. From fantasies fed by the life I’ve led. All is but a dream. I watch stars gleam. By the tainted stream jaded I do scream. All but the planet lies. The hunger does drive things we do to survive and the truths we hide. In dreams…

Avenues Of Respite

So cruel can be the revolving day. Creating questions; coldness on display. Answers elude, leave bitter tastes. Control is illusion; cursing is a waste. Wake everyday, well earned slumber. Seeing obstacles, conspiring thunder. We loose people, ones we love the most. While other burdens use us as their host. Agony ridden friends, let not the…

Night Vision

See the colors how they change. Perception is forever vain. So pleasing is such art. God’s mural we’re a part. Do we see ourselves a part? In the black of the dark? Granted sight from up above. Cloaked we are touched by love. Decide I do what to see through filters not of me. Just…

Music Currently On Repeat

Kings Of Leon – Closer Three Days Grace – Never Too Late Citizen Cope – Bullet And A Target

Scatter Me Into The Sea

I think it okay for you to think that what I am is company I keep. My company comes with no stipulations as well as the fact that I will not judge them. In youth I have relied upon other people’s eyes. Now such conformity is something I try and hide. The comfort of trust…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Empathy And The Tragic Mind Of Bullies

I have a confession to make. Nothing gives me more pleasure than making people happy; making someone feel understood and appreciated. That is how you make connections with other living beings. Empathy. Now I’m not sitting here saying I am holier than thou. What point I’d like to drive home is the fact that I…

Doubt Doesn’t Heal

I’ve learned those feelings. Yes, the one’s life has shown. Now I keep searching for the ones I should condone. I am afraid because the doubt it does burn. But I ask myself how with doubt I could learn? I feel doubt rise from beneath once again. It is as if a breeze striking upon…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2, Pain According To C.S. Lewis

For a long time I have had a poem about hurt that I’ll share a little later this week. Hurt exists from the fact we are in touch with what true joy really is. The deeper we love the more pain we feel. The more in touch we are with our feelings the more honest…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Light In Darkness

I was mentioned in a 3-Day quote challenge from Awakening Wildflower. I would like to thank her and accept the challenge. Awakening Wildflower is a wonderful writer full of positive energy. I’m relatively new and don’t know that many bloggers so challenging other bloggers I regretfully will have to forgo. Though I shall myself take…

My Bedside Table

Greetings my fellow bloggers. When I first started this site I didn’t expect the direction I was going would go anywhere. I took some classes in college pertaining to journalism and there was some part of me that wanted to stay true in that vein. Yet over time the words I wrote about current events…

You Don’t Need Eyes To See It…

Let us not bask in the moon awaiting some magical awakening. The true journey one must undertake is the one where we discover ourselves despite ourselves. No matter who we want to be we must first accept who we are.

Memories

Gentle is the night swallowing gulls upon beaches, where they lay young while grass upon dunes reaches. A breeze whisping parting swirls of sand that rises upward then falls back to land. My eyes have beheld such glorious sights. Peaks atop mountains; beaches during night. Seen the galaxy have I beyond stars. Pondered have I…

Buried Within

I can’t remember when last I saw her. All I can say is my mind it offers. A place for her to dwell deep inside where pain with her thought does subside. Is it common to think so often that eyes are useless and the mind a coffin? It began and ends when my cheek…

An Obstinate Muse

The future it came, not its master am I. Here I might shatter but I will not comply. Subservient musings, here I stand amazed. I will note the notion see how a pen behaves? Wrought bitter aspects did newness require. Shout at clouds I will as the day slowly expires. Will I be enough to…

Blood We All Have Bled

Your symphony is fed by blood you have bled, and accolades you seek pop inside your head. Call your subjects to court. The bannerman and jesters. Those your eyes will never see. Now the isolation festers. Fear not lonely friend, though you may try again. To entertain the thoughts that let loneliness begin. None can…

The Oddest Optical Illusion I’ve Seen Yet

You might have seen this already but if you haven’t then stare at the black dot in the middle of the picture. Stay focused and keep staring at it no matter what. Eventually you will notice the colored background disappears. It may hurt your eyes a bit but apparently that is the result of staring…

Be True Unto Thyself

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. -André Gide

The Beauty In Struggle

The paths we walk give us sights to pacify. Words we speak can give sight to the blind. With all our senses utilized to communicate some take for granted lessons from mistakes. The most beautiful people are the ones that overcome. The most stubborn people think life a race to be won. There are those…

Beautiful Souls Do Beautiful Things

Those days. Those bitter days. Where I sweat and strived to a higher purpose. A cause beyond me. A place where blood and discomfort were alleviated by the power of passion. A passion to aid in a cause fighting for the innocent; the helpless. The world’s cruel aspect. The chilling scenes of abuse. How voices…

Making Memories

In the morning and in night’s black, we stay the same in all life’s little acts. We are the extras; actors on a stage. Inquire I the future, like a studious sage. I plot my course for the way to it now. Though butterfly wings bring futures down. Calculate the venture in accordance with time….

Escaping In Ink

I realize not so easily is the trek to please me. My mind moves in speed. Doubt do I the need to see. A chance at gleeful bliss. Friction shook, mind’s amiss. So I float freely escape, seize chances to evaporate. Loose myself on the page; air comes in beneath shade. Down below when friction…

Music To Escape With

For a change of pace, as I’ve done before, I want to share with all of you some songs that provide me with inspiration to write. They are good tunes and well written and I appreciate the talent of these very gifted artists. CMC$ Those Lights Lauv – Getting Over You Tove Styrke

Underneath The Skin

There are times when we look back. We see burdens strapped to our backs. The capacity for vision can’t be found. So we must put both feet on the ground. But what I see as the day creeps slowly by, at times softness can sustenance not supply. So I tear out my cordially met manners….

The Perfect Pill

Pushing past noise, presently I’m poised. I gathered myself after what I’ve felt. The desert I roamed before I came home. There an oasis lit the past, I faced it. I’m deshevled grey, from paths astray. I looked inward front and centered. From what I let pass via my sweat. The clamor on, my skin…

An Asp’s Destination

Which willowing path will you traverse today? My forlorn aspiring asp, which doctrine convey? For entangling briars, that tend rip at the skin, are found in hedge mazes when lying it does begin. It makes a soul squirm uncomfortably awkward. Lying mouths brabble, lashing with harsh words. Is the truth more than you could possibly…

Blind Me

Storms in the east fires in the west some things move faster than the rest. Is there any way you could explain foundations crumble though my mind’s sane. All sanity consumed my spirit has no rest; I feel you move in and out of my chest. Push me off the path I try and walk…

Step Into My World

I was raised in a strict fashion. Emotionless father, mother of passion. I was taught it’s a black and white world. Learned have I grey consumes as a hoard. It is not one way or the other. There are avenues of thought to uncover. I fell in love at the age of fourteen. It fell…