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…
Category: Poetry
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…
I WILL DENY YOUR BEING
I won’t sing you praises Or make mention of your name I will not worship at your feet Won’t make offerings on your altar I will not feed the person you have become I will ignore it Deny your existence Forget who you used to be This is my journey My road to explore I…
The Dragon Under The Hill
On the hill, there is a cry Over the mountains and beyond There is a voice That beckons me to return Return to slumber Return to peace Return to moments less important than these To simple days When the world revolves on loving thy enemy In their obscure ways To art that spoke of music…
The infamy of a Lover
Unknown to the lover I had yet met Unknown to me Wrap me in soft silhouettes Caress my soul Love me with the least of your thoughts Thinking Lost Not yet found
Caged Bird Dreaming
Tonight he sleeps beside me Eyes closed Breath even Low murmurs Shaking He’s aware of his surrounding Even when his eyes are closed He sense ill-intention Startled awake By a strangers’ desire He rushes back to life Knife in hand Ready His lonely heart keeps beating Trapped in a cage of fear To keep this…
