October in Review

At the end of September, I took a 28-hour long trip to Rhode Island. Why was it so long, you ask? Well, I decided that I would take the bus and save some money on air travel. That was a huge mistake, as the ride was uncomfortable, and the entire trip there was me being…

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We Write On Walls

Shhh We write their names on the walls less we forget Their sacrifice in times of peace To pay honor to their family For they too are gone We write their names on walls to remember Less me need courage in times of war When the battle field is smear with the blood of our…

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A Dish Best Served Cold

Crumble my broken dreams into a pot Add a bit of deception Boil over medium heat Add finely chopped doubt and depression Season with a pinch of heartache and regret Stir gently to keep the stew intact Simmer to a thick sauce Let the sauce cool before serving  Revenge is best served with a smile…

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Running Through A Forest

Running through a forest filled with Ill-intent Thunder like music to my feet Flying Laughing Dancing One with the wind and rain Oh glorious spirit hear my plea Fill me with a passion to rule the stars And the desire to want no more Running through a forest filled with ill-intent Am I fated to…

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Fields of Lost Dreams

Wandering through fields of Lost dreams I seemed to have forgotten myself Forgotten the taste of a dream What does it feel like to hope? To wish upon the wings of uncertainty Balancing between the two worlds apart If I were to rise once more To conquer and claim my own Would stand by me…

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LAY

Lay in the warmth of my arms To feel the joy of a lover To melt Between a promise and a mistake That is not fate A belief in the lesser things A moment of regret Then I am nothing This guilt This mask I wear I own it Take my soul Call me vile…

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Haunted

Haunted by the things I could have been Dreaming with my eyes open Taking the world on by the horns Terrified of yes Frustration builds Am I a failure yet? Oh the thoughts rumble Falling down stairs Tripping on ideas that lay in the street Is this where my inspiration kicks in?  Where I realize…

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The Town of Oden

In the hills of the Appalachian Mountains lies a town has been forgotten by time but not by the spirits that come to call it home. These are the stories of Hallow’s Eve in Oden. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sarah sat on the porch taking in the evening air as the mist slowly made its way over the…

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Autumn

I grow weary this time of year Sick of the fanfare The richness in the air I watch people walk by Trailing their ill-forgotten deeds behind them Wishing for a season of change Playing pretend Twirling in a sea of uncertainty Oh kismet Call it fate Destiny Or the divine Fall comes once again Waking…

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