This piece was a collaboration with a good friend, Dusyant, who I met on the Ablo platform, an app that connects you with strangers from around the world and allows you to chat with them without language barriers due to automatic translation. This platform has increasingly become a core part of my life, as an … Continue reading Negative Thoughts – A Collaboration
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Broken
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
It Is Quiet
It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be
With Only Absence
There are still And perhaps there always will be Periods in which All that is Fades away Leaving only grey In these times It can feel Like there is little left As we struggle to find Meaning and purpose Some semblance of what was In a world far removed All we have come to know … Continue reading With Only Absence
Its Never Really Too Late
It is never really too late To seek reconciliation To give all that you have to give To learn from your mistakes And start again
The Path We Prior Trod
It seems so long ago The night sky glowed above on cloudless nights Absorbed with fascination by wide and hopeful eyes Each and every star filled With purpose With wonder A line in a story which unfolded Time and time again Renewed once more at the setting of the sun But it would seem The … Continue reading The Path We Prior Trod
First Snow
The first snow Has already came and went The white flakes gone once more Melted away into the soft earth Now we're waiting Just waiting on another season To blow through our lives Taking with it The warmth of the summer sun To be replaced with The long winter nights
Four
Just as the Earth rests When the sun sets When the night ends The world returns again
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