While In Solace

Times, every now and then, I wrestle for time to begin in solitude where I am in so I might look deep within. In silence I can hear clear echos of what I hold dear. They reverberate so near where in my heart appears. To make sense of sound where alone I have found, to…

The Battles You’ve Won

I know your well earned fame. From mountains you overcame. None I know could do the same; and none did you have to blame. See the world at the top so clear but beneath clouds it dissapears. Beneath, vision is lost in great fear; at the precipice one’s sight is clear. Suffer not the clamor…

Versatile Blogger Award

I have been nominated for the Versatile Blogger award. I humbly recieve this nomination with deep gratitude. I would like to thank Dwight at Roth Poetry for nominating me for this award. Click here to visit his site. I have to admit I started this site with the intention of it being something to share…

Untethered Hands

Maybe known is such, that I yearn so much for a sustaining crutch. A sentimental touch. I confess I was scared from not being prepared, nor being quite aware, that you sit right there. Reading a scattered mind, searching to try and find the larger scope of design from what I’ve left behind. As I…

An Ode To Doug: A Rogue Hornet Who Left Me No Choice

It was a day like any other when first I encountered him. While sitting in my chair I sipped coffee whilst basking in the warm sun, taking slow drags off my cigarette. My head was looking down at my phone in my lap when I guess this little dude had decided to fly my way…

Where Gilded Dreams Appear

Gilded dreams do appear, but the key to life is not here. Scattered thoughts do clear my somberness now to cheer. Standing back from the paper searching my words I do labor. It’s my confession to my savior. No more of, “I’ll think of it later.” Not suppressing I do create places where my mental…

A Rapid Pulse

Your memory’s quite a companion. With time they’ve turned phantom. It is a treasonous thought I abandon those feelings I felt I won’t feel them. A decade passed since I was betrayed, emotionally I almost found a grave. My pulse runs rapid now I’m scathed. Thinking things where I was enslaved. I ponder whether I…

A Shelter Of Words

Placate me maybe today; maybe words could erase sadness that’s on my face. Faith I have in your ways. It is in your abilities, use your logic to see. Past the complexity you say I tend to be. The strife we’ll dispel by stories we do tell. We’ll say we are well. Casting our own…

The Blindness Of Pride

“Pride is the parent of destruction, pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.” -Anne Rice I shudder to try and address those whom would confess they do not possess regret for subjecting truth to duress. Pride at times is useful unless it is not truthful. Pride can make lies usual; burying…