In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men She crafts a friend To begin again Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides Ears of elm to listen to the wind Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter Legs of…
Category: Poetry
Only Silence
I wish to drift away To float in the uncertainty of my state Yet there is only silence
A Review of Dark Matter By Blake Crouch
Before I begin, I want to let you know that this is not a common thing. I don’t write reviews of books because I am a book blogger or want to be, I write because I find it exciting and as a goal to read a lot more books going forward in my life; I…
Between The Cracks Of My Mask
My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…
These Empty Pages Feel No Pain
I look at empty pages where the words should be They gnaw at my being I can not write these feelings down I can not face them I am weak Do the strong wither with pages full of words Do they stand and face the wind Do they scream at their fears I do not…
This Constant Place of Motion
The words pass me by Zooming into the night Careless about their flight for freedom My insides shiver Rambling words leave my tongue How did I become so undone? A sudden fear takes over And I am alone again Then it’s the anger A rage swells within me Like a river that has grown too…
The Frailty Of Large Ideals
For me the world is built on big ideas Large ideals, like kindness and somber thoughts Mournful visions of the past Mindful planning of the future For a world so large, yet so small I weep, like a child that has just lost its mother without understanding the gravity of lost I weep, face strained…
My Friends Are Finding New Places
The other day as I wandered out loud “My friends are finding new places to call their own.” The misery of being alone set in In those new places are new faces Jokes that I may never hear Stories of childhoods I thought were meant for me My friends are finding new places In which…
Deep Valley, Strong with Delight
The owls do no know you So look away, they come ever speedily The stars do not see you They are blinded by a wish that bears no fruit On valley deep within Can you be my refuge Can you hold my sin Let me cower here In the folds of your embrace Let my…
A Review of Lincoln In The Bardo By George Saunders
I have never written a review of a book for my blog, and I don’t intend for it to become a regular thing. You see, I read this book, and I wanted to talk to someone about it. This review has a few spoilers and probably strong opinions. I begin by saying that I did…
