Filled with secrets that we keep Surmounting each one as we speak Hiding in the crevices of us Wondering if we'd ever trust enough To reveal to others our vulnerable selves While on the surface many choose to dwell Holding onto untested truths Jaded, unguided, confused in the gloom All headed to our resting places, … Continue reading The Battle Continues
I'm not here to take the pain To shelter you from the storm again I'm not here to suffer the blame To confront the fire that can't be tamed No, I'm here on my own accord With an agenda, I forewarn I'll take the bull right by the horns Throw him into a garden of … Continue reading The Bull
You care about all those in your world The souls of innocent boys and girls But what about those who actually make And build your world in the first place? I've wanted to write for days on end But the rage inside me would not bend So I fought hard, as best as I could … Continue reading Mystery
I spent some time in a metaphorical submarine as the unconscious unfurled while I sought answers in the depths of me. Thankfully, I did have wifi connection wherever I went, so upon emerging from the deep blue seas, it was not a particularly intimidating readjustment. If anything, I was rather excited to come back to … Continue reading While I Was Away…
Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) * * * * * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It.
I was stuck in a room with the two of them, both of whom felt the other to be intolerable. I was summonsed to arbitrate the situation, a mediation of sorts. Why? Well...I was about to find out. When I'd first entered the room, I saw him sitting there with a sideways glare, arms folded … Continue reading Arbitration
(Creative writing, REALLY old one from 2011. Darker writing, found it when I was going through old material.) --------- And as I lay dying, the sounds of the conspirators remind me of who I was supposed to become. It's never too late to be who you want to be, but watching the world pass by … Continue reading As I Lay Dying