I have loathed this place. Through sunshine, through thunder. But as time quickens its pace, I begin to wonder If I will come to miss this bland little room. After all, indifference did once replace gloom. So if sadness can evolve into neutrality, Will that continue to anguish when I’m finally free? Will I be … Continue reading Flickers in Windows →

Where does one find silence When the windstorm is so loud? Can truth reflect in darkness When the mirrors have shattered to shrouds? How can one see what stands ahead If they refuse to lift their eyes? If they walk through life content With picking up the nearest disguise? Is my truth diminished From lack … Continue reading Not Doing What I’m Told →

Why must mere existence drive a person to feel That they must crush themselves down To be small, and appeal To the labyrinth of minds and beautiful thinkers, Who inhabit this globe, and power its blinkers? I feel more weight in the benign Than I should for the existential, Requiring myself to dream up a … Continue reading I May Rot →

If clarity comes from sophistication, why is so much still unclear? Why do I now struggle with ideals I always had held dear? I believe, perhaps, that simpler beasts may better understand The smudged and mixed-up cards that have appeared inside my hand. If I seek illumination… perhaps I’ve been singing the wrong tune. I … Continue reading Howling at the Moon →

The feeling in my heart Is not a deep pit of black. Not an empty unknowing With feeling to lack But rather, an unsteady tipping of a plank That’s supposed to stand strong As to highly rank. But the tipping is unsettling, Mostly because it’s unknown. Is this tipping just what happens Once you are … Continue reading A Plank →

Why do you wield your hatchet with malicious intent? Why do you swing it, without care for the surroundings it could dent? Your hatchet is made of silver, the trees it's for are of great value, Yet you use your weapon as if its sharp blade is what is now you. Your hatchet has the … Continue reading Your Hatchet →

I come home from a busy day, Not at all the worst, Not the best. I open the door of my little room, To be met by someone I detest. Dirty, and heavy, and cracking the floor, My boulder looks me dead in the eye. He waves to me, with a knowing look As I … Continue reading My Boulder →

Tomorrow is a day I’ve waited for with years of plenty. Since I was closer to my birth Than to that of ten or twenty. I sit and ponder a maple tree, And just beyond: the sea. The seas and trees have been steadfast friends As rocks moved under me. Tomorrow is a day that … Continue reading Me, and the Sea, and the Maple Tree →

There was a time When our joy was not staged. When your stories, and mine Were not yet a burnt page; When I’d look to your eyes, And believe that they cared, And what came to fruition? I never had dared. Your laugh followed mine, And the same, in reverse. The things I would say … Continue reading If I May Reminisce →

A gust of Wind that stokes a candle and giggles as it falls; It watches with pride as all that it dried burns alongside the aged walls. It dances around the blazing structure with the grace of a whale in the deep, And escapes through the window, with the flames, it creeps, it creeps, it … Continue reading The Waltz of the Wind →