Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
What do we really know of love? There are so many who have tried to capture the essence of this deceptively simple word, In songs and poems, In books and short stories, In paintings and still-life photographs… Yet still we fail to fully capture or even grasp, A depth in words which is so apparent … Continue reading Love as a Light to Guide Us Through These Dark Times
The more tight our grasp On what we love The shorter now it seems to last We shall forget these things Until the bell, divided, rings And in its hollow sound The lines and words which we had prior found Now to which we're bound will sing Until this day arrives The voices we did … Continue reading Until the Bell, Divided, Rings
Home is A concept ill-defined Why then Do we concern ourselves so With the constant pursuit thereof And the perception of others thereupon? Even to feel "at home" In these mortal coils Which we refer to as our "self" Is often an arduous task And one predisposed To fluidity And a curious tendency To place … Continue reading Home Is
I bleed Well, we Maybe If I can say so boldly I pray these words will hold Not leak What I seek To give to you A mouthpiece Be bold Speak Even through bared teeth I'm not scared, weak But I'm aware What we need Prepared To fight that which we cannot see An invisible … Continue reading Crossfire
I am still learning What it means to possess Not only that which lies external to myself But all this I hold within as well All that constitutes Me My voice has often felt Foreign Spoken with confidence Eloquent at times But not always Mine My dearest friend How I am sure I fail To … Continue reading What is Mine
