There was once a time when the poetry I wrote possessed much feeling. Now when I write them, the feelings only bleed out, rather than erupt like a geyser. I rarely feel the “chills” I usually get when listening to my favorite songs, nor do…
“The train of progress stifles possibility at its end. The person who found, through progress, that it would create limitless potential, will find by its end it was, in fact, limited in its supply. Each mortal life is confounded to its ending, as that last…
On board the pilgrimage To the sleeping fields Where your eyes awoke to the summer’s eve, After tears were but the meadow’s dew, Your sighs, the night’s departure, Your cries, the Heaven we both cross. Upon a night’s crawl through the forests, Atop the simmering…
“What has love to hold in open arms, besides the everything we value as one? We value what is not separated into a two, nor a three, nor any other number. We value what is now a one, being the completion of ourselves to them,…
“Freedom is most limited when the slave, now free, soon finds more purpose than they did freedom.” – Anonymous How is it that those who now believe they are free, offered that freedom by some group of activists, can claim it to be easy enough…
“There’s a specific reason why a man cannot comprehend a woman. The simple reason is that he has not paid enough attention to her, to understand her. For to ‘understand her’ is not to simply question everything she is, as much as it is to…
“How does one, such as me, find himself stable enough to lie to protect the one he once loved? Now when honesty spills forth, revealing that there had been much force involved to uphold a friendship, there is brokenness. A romance, transferred into friendship, does…
“Each origin is the pain of every beginning.” – Anonymous Without the acknowledgement of roots, the suffering it took to create what was created for future generations to hold in appreciation, what is there left? What is there left for the recognition of a million…
I saw the black circles About your sleepless eyes, Formed in the waking grief Of something lost from our hearts, Of something that quakes in the debris Of a thousand unveiled moments Where the thuds of such ruby Cannot be anymore counted. Where the blood…
When will life greet you Upon the river that moves Ten feet apart from the shoreline, Five feet apart from the skyline, One foot apart from me? For nothing is ever even in its distance From yourself, Among your woes, Among for each world that…
Upon the half-way Between dusk and dawn, Our eyes did see the scars of the Earth For the stars of the universe. We allowed each moon to come falling To our open arms, Finding finality in where it had landed, Between us, For us. When…
