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…

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…

Episode 5: A New Year And A Whole Bunch of Curry!!

Thank you for sticking around, I talk about new year’s goals and curry, because why not? I talk writing, the love of your craft, and my adventures in creating new dishes. Maybe the muse of writing will strike me out of no where and I will create art, or perhaps I will stumble on an…

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…

January Goals

It’s a new year, and the resolutions are amazing to read. This year will be my third year of making no resolutions, and just yelling to the winds of old “DO YOUR WORST AND WATCH ME SOAR!!!!” Lol, it sounds like I am challenging the writing gods, and I am.  I should pick my fights…