I don’t remember the last time I watched the sunrise. At least, not from somewhere other than the I5 freeway. Was I with a loved one, or all alone? Did I plan on that memory lasting forever? I can’t imagine thinking I’d forget it as thoroughly as I have, much less planning to. Likely, I … Continue reading On Memory – 2
Have you ever felt like every major decision you’ve ever made has been wrong? I don’t mean that you happen to do something with your life that doesn’t work out every once in a while, but that every decision that you have ever made ended badly for you. Do you know that you made these … Continue reading To Become a Perfect – Primer – WiP
A little goes a long, long way- A little thought that wakes my day That maybe when I’m feeling low, I’ll submit myself to letting go. Letting anger, sadness, fear Float away and disappear- Responding to some stimuli With barely but a blinking eye. But deep inside, there’s something “wrong” That fills me up with … Continue reading Sunday Struggles…
I don’t remember what it was Not to have you around. Everyday, a dream- a Frozen, lost Fog filtered every thought. All I could sense was my own Broken heart. “Left behind”, those words Encompassed my being. ~*~*~ Why wasn’t she enough To keep you here, where you could love without the strain of … Continue reading Left Behind.
Do you remember the stories of the light tower that signaled the return of sailors from the sea? Back then, the village only sent one ship out at a time, and the ship would be gone for anywhere from six to twelve months depending on the provisions they were sent with. Every man was expected … Continue reading The Village on the Island – Part 1
Ashes drifted lazily, carrying a message to the heavens. It said: “Who needs your help now that the flames of hell have reaped another soul from the useless hope in my unheard prayers?” The tears of a child fell from the face of a man, who’s burning anguish was answered with rain. Lost in the … Continue reading On “Unanswered” Prayers
There is no way to cleanse you from my blood; the DNA that spreads through me, entangled in a history of you and us and insanity, is permanently tattooed on my life like the ink in my skin that reminds me, each day, to move on. I scrub myself red and raw, crying to empty … Continue reading Still Trapped.