Some days… Yes, some days I see the stars shine and reveal the beauty, the mystery of the universe. Masked by the sun on days where I am back on Earth, seeing the 7 wonders and beyond. Reflections upon waters so deep that I am in awe even amidst the gems shown of a person.
I don’t believe in imagery. Wait, I can explain. It’s not the weight gained as words become drained. Flooding out through tones, dancing to reach your senses. Grabbing you in a merry go round of emotions. Locked hand in hand as if our hearts connected, reaching understanding. My soul is my own, though it is
Trace my scars and see the oceans of battles that waged upon my bare bones. Echoes of yesterday hidden beneath surfaces that mask the battlefield. They penetrate past my skin, forming ripples of time. My history is marked by these soft, white lines, the pink moons, and rivers. Behold and see me for who I
Rough Draft of the intro to my second book that I am working on…. “Hold the line” The captain screamed in pain as an arrow pierced his shoulder. The captain staggered for a few moments and then fell to his knees. The weight of the battle revealed itself with the pain he felt. The screams
Unbearing warmth, frigid in cold grasp. Masked sensations of what once was. Silent touch, naked and bare. Desolate echoes of quivering lips, shaken beyond repair. Sharp tracing of textures upon any trace shown. Clashing of sensations to find one grow numb. Frozen in time, it hopes to pull you in close. The endless cold, revealing
Well, guess I just needed to try it. Hold and behold ladies and gentleman, I’ve committed to this, the Ipad. I will say with complete honesty that it wasn’t because I forked over close to a grand on the actual iPad itself with the accessories. I just have found the experience to be quite profitable
The dark sides coming. No sign of the sun but the light has one running. Hands up as the screams heard as bodies dropping. Years on knees teaching one to stand. Sands of time play the day. Rays banned as humanity remains lowkey. Stress overflowing, the heart fleeting. Dreaming of blood flowing, pumping green potions.
I don’t know when the world will end. Years of constant turmoils and the raging echoes of doom looming over the horizon has brought nothing but the search for any signs of hope. We have forgotten to search deep within ourselves and have turned to external sources that gives us some sense of warmth. We
Your biggest audience is yourself. Before anyone starts saying or thinking, what will Gee_ology rant about now, let’s clear the air. I’ve learned a key thing as a writer which is what I wrote as my first sentence. We get so caught up in likes, reblogs, and etc that we forgot why we write. Now,
You can always tell when something is different. It seems like what once was is now just a long-forgotten memory. A broken promise held by empty words. You can speak but is it still heard? Does one feel the pieces as the peace leaves? Shattered mind with hearts led astray. Pouring blood finding escape when