They never tell you that you fall in love with yourself. Now, let me explain before I’m told my narcissism is back in affect. My gaze was met by another and like precious gems, sparkling by a radiance of the light behind them, I could see my reflection. Oceans of emotions waving by as I
Month: August 2017
It’s actually quite revealing to me what someone told me in the chat room for school. They stated that I appear more and more like C.S. Lewis. I was an atheist who began to research and turned theist. I researched countless practices and entered the occult/magick and was an initiate in the craft. From there,
Served up 25 to life. Broken plates dished over time. Prison of my mind. Felon guilty of his crimes. Signs to note pieces of the present 26 lines. Sentences compiled with letters under lights. Rights unfollowed in misdirection looking for what’s left. Pressed against bars sitting along the bench. Working out frustrations, pulling up sections.
Hmm…should I use this word here or that word there? Decisions, decisions, decisions. It’s funny really, how we look at the words we write and decide what word “works” best. We spend our time trying to get our points across as writers, bloggers, poets, and etc. Defined by our words it becomes more than descriptions
Seeking the assistance from these systems. Deliverance from my bleeding feelings. Vengeance beating my chest, hearing drums. Songs sung by passion shooting up guns. Triggered by thoughts passing me by in dissaray. Breaking waves as they sway through days, skies turning grey. Never closing my eyes to whispering darkness. Silent light made aware past senses.
Breathe…. It seems I have to remind myself to breathe as of late. I’ve learned how easily it is to blame life. We spend our lives saying that “life” is hard. The reality is life is life, it flows and depending in what we experiencd within it, determines our view of it or perception. I
There is beauty in just being. We often forget this statement. We spend our waking lives trying to be someone or reach something. Since birth we are told we must grow to become someone. Yet we don’t all quite know who that someone is, do we? When was the last time you looked at yourself
Hmm…it would seem as of late I have had a couple of problems that vex me. You could say it is a collection of the trivial ordeals I have swept away before. I’ve tried to “keep up” with the times, yet it is always a puzzle to me why I can’t really stay focused. I’ve
Glowing face, fully reflecting light. Hanging by chords struck by heaven’s roars. Down pour of a soul amidst the storm. Surrounded by splendor yet orbiting a world not his own. Controlling waves and shifting of tides. Clouded memories strolling in time. Waiting beside the gravity in darkness for a simple hello. Losing himself as he
”Share with me the tale of the traveling man again, Grandad.” The young boy pleaded with open eyes, widened in wait, with interest. “Again?” The old man chuckled as he lifted the blanket over the boy. Stopping before the boy’s head was underneath, he sat beside him. The old man looked into the fire and