This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost
From smashing rocks To smashing atoms; The human learns: Wonder Is a doorway To understanding, And understanding Is a world of open doors.
How far we have fallen is only ever clear In contrast to how high we were before And how much higher we had meant to climb Just like I know No-one will ever really know My failure and my shame If they never really know What it was I was trying to attain
To seek and achieve greatness Is a constant and unrelenting process Paradoxical in that Once achieved Greatness quickly fades to the mundane Requiring exceptional efforts once more To define the new standard An iterative process which repeats itself Endlessly In every facet of life as we know it From the drive to acquire financial and … Continue reading Greatness
When I feel Displaced From reality My tendency has always been To retreat To the world In my head There are mountains there Which only I can scale There are depths Which only I can swim There are spectres there as well… Which only I can see Formed of my own flesh and blood The … Continue reading Full Spectrum Burst
This piece was inspired by the piece By the Light of the Lying Moon, written by Maggie L of the blog The Art of Chewing Crayons. Truth is blind Careless even In the way it staggers about Seeing only what is Rather than What could be Stumbling over Dreams and ambitions Strewn in wake of … Continue reading Truth is Blind
Why must the past persist, if this is the present and there is nothing we can do to change what was? Why do we look back and see what we had when we know full well that there a limitless future ahead of us with so many opportunities just waiting to be seen and pursued? … Continue reading Why Must the Past Persist?
Oh, morning riser; driver of the dawn! Let your laughter fill the air you breathe, Let it spill out from the depths of your chest, from the very pit of your very soul! All the others may stare and wonder; "What will they think?" At least they are doing so! You are not idle, in … Continue reading This is Your Day