Listen, can you hear it? Such beauty, violin It’s strings are humming softly To remind us where we’ve been Such time it took to get here So far, the journey seemed So quick were we to make it We’ve forgotten why we dreamed Our life was so much simpler Our souls, they all were freed … More One Day
Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
What is it that you’re thinking while you’re looking at me blinking as you’re struggling with every thought and word? I’m here before you standing and your silence is demanding all you want is to be seen and to be heard Babe just take a breath, your hands are trembling to death, I’ll be right … More Your Words
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
Friday night, bars are closing I don’t know why I’m here Feelings hit me deep inside, stepping in this Uber ride It’s loneliness I fear Every time, inside my head I say that she’s the one Naïveté and ignorance have got me acting with no sense So why oh why do I keep saying this … More Woe is Me
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
My dearest Lilliana, Not a day goes by without my thoughts eventually falling upon you. Those carefree, restless nights spent together I always think of as I sit here in the trenches, covered in the grit and dirt that this advance has cast over me. Every day we are inching forward, further and further as … More Letter to My Lost: 2
My Diary I lay in this bed with these thoughts in my head, looking at the blood that I bled when these pieces of my heart were all shred. These nights tear me apart, make me wish I could go back and restart the life that I’ve led so I can sew together the dangling … More My Diary
Gazing in this mind of black At all the things that I’d take back If only it was kind to me But time, regret, its cruel, you see The things I wish I hadn’t done They never fade, they never run They occupy my mind at night And fill my heart with doubt and spite … More It’s Cruel, You See
How the World Should Work 