She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn't. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used it up on some medial triviality that was, if anything, inconsequential to the matter at hand. For … Continue reading Kindness is Not Weakness
Beyond the fire of heartbreak Where anger cannot be slaked When rage does not consume the pain But ignites, burns, fuels the flame Even Death's kiss, cannot hold sway The offending malefactor, a penance must pay Pay, but not an earthly penalty To trade one's soul for a dying memory The anguished cries will not … Continue reading Vengeance of the Souls
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
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?
Sometimes The Sun and Moon collide so that a star can be born ~MG~ Stars are made when particles are compressed, pushed together, causing chemical reactions and increasing temperatures as kinetic energy escalates. It can be a violent process where the energy pushes against each other with so much force that they are magnetically pulled … Continue reading A Star is Born
A poem I wrote back in 2007, the year I truly fell in love with the piano.
Have I told you that I’ve seen your soul That every crack is beautiful? Buried deep beneath the flesh The skin, the bones, and all the rest Have I told you that I’ve felt your soul That every vibration is beautiful? Reaching out from within the walls Protection, not wanting to fall Have I told … Continue reading Have I Told You That I’ve Seen Your Soul?