Reflections
The feedback on Salazzle Dazzle has been stellar thus far, and... honestly, it's restored a lot of my faith in my own writing. Depression is an insidious curse; among other things, having done its damnedest to convince me my writing was amateurish...
A New State - medium poem
A hated place, full of misery and doubt, Hated by one and hated by more, Loved by the blind, the dumb, the fake, This is where I make my temporary nest. It's where I tried ending, where I found anew, Love and life, hope and beauty. Looking...
my thoughts for the day
I think sometimes that were not really here. what if were all someone elses thoughts? am i the only person that truly exists and everyone else is a figment of my imagination? am i even real? do i exist? what are feelings? emotions? thoughts?
Unnamed #1
Among the eternal depths, Deep below the seen, There is the unseen, The ever active labyrinth. Of the mind and soul, Ever changing, never the same. It can play tricks and games, Ever close to losing control. The mind is a powerhouse, An...
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm has always been an experience I enjoy. Using it to clear my mind of all the worries and frustrations that had built up over time. Doing so I have always felt at peace with the world and myself at these...
Were-the...
Organizing memories lost among foggy thoughts & sensations i look back to see how lost to expect the future generations time a delusion, a must, a dream never to be woken i settle into the moment content, knowing what may
Tired
Tired copyright pyrin1701 just some thoughts about life, the universe any everything, and how pointless love is. why should i care? everywhere i look, i see people being selfish. i see people getting what they want.
Haiku Who?
For those that dont know, a haiku is said to have 3 lines, of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. While japanese language has more traditional rules applying to haiku as well, I dont know enough about moras to attempt a more accurate description. Visit your local...
Poem #39: Memories
_memories_ these thoughts might leave i fear, i hope to never lose; thoughts held so dear, memories are not whom, but whose.
A Thoughtful Night.
He thought that was his friend's best shot. college wasn't everything after all. 'maybe if i wasn't so pushy... maybe if i hadn't got angry...' he thought. the argument had heated up and in the end he got angry and almost shouted at him.
A final thought
My hurting body fuelled with the fear or pain made me leap faster then i ever thought i could trough the hole on the street. i was safe for now.
Second Thoughts
I loved it and did my best to impress him, but i never really thought twice about it until now. i wonder if maybe he thought this was his fault. a light breeze blew by and rustled our fur. koar nodded slowly after a long silence. "i think i get it, kaz.