The sand, the dirt, the grass, the trees The sticks, the stones, the light, the breeze The things this world has made for me Have warmed my heart and set me free I look at the stars as I rest on my knee They twinkle and spark, this light that I see I gaze at … More My Life
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 love. My all. Such memories do we share. Memories such as the times we’d awaken to the sun’s shimmering rays darting through the window, on those soft linen sheets as you’d rollover, greeting me with the morning’s first kiss. Memories of your fingers gently gliding, cusping the back of my neck, holding me as … More Letter to My Lost: 1
*Note: this poem contains heavily critical language directed toward God/religion. Please refer to the comments added afterwards for the author’s explanation. This is not intended to offend, but please use discretion when reading if you have are easily triggered by content that is critical to the topic. Keep the Prayers Keep the prayers, I request, … More Keep the Prayers
The other day I went out and bought this big ass terrarium. At first I wanted something else, like a ferret, or salt aquarium. But I ended up changing my mind. Something about that enormous, transparent habitat just appealed to me. Not sure why. Anyway, I took it home, set it down, walked away and … More My New World
My biggest fear isn’t what I thought it’d be It’s not the day of final rest, not the day I cease to be It’s that my time alive isn’t spent the way it needs to be That all I did was sit back and react to what’s been done to me That’s not the path … More Never Satisfied
How fun it is, to take a word Transform it into things unheard The past, a coffin, the future; door Their meanings changed, through metaphor Our language flexes, its members bend Its versatility, no end And as I sit here, pen in hand Exploring language; all its land I say to all, this eve I … More Metaphor
What if they died? What if that artist Who painted their works So great, yet shunned For personality quirks What if that singer Who hit impossible notes Wasn’t caught up in drama Or the brunt of your jokes What if you focused On content they write Instead of the bullshit The cheap and contrite Why … More What If They Died
IMPORTANT: HUMAN BEINGS ARE VOLATILE, DANGEROUS, AND EMOTIONALLY UNPREDICTABLE ***Handle with utmost caution. Do not allow these creatures outside of the included habitat*** Setting her instruction booklet aside, the little girl takes one final look at her “teenie-weenies”, before clearing the tank to make room for her next batch of creatures. “Sorry little guys!! I … More For Better or Worse (Ch 8)
“Ho hum ho hum deedeedee!” Joyfully skipping around her bedroom, the little girl is singing and humming to herself as her furry pigtails bounce around behind her. “Now, what are my teenie-weenies up to today?” She asks, skipping over to the terrarium. As she peers inside, she sees that her little creatures have erected an … More For Better or Worse (Ch 7)
How the World Should Work 