Pawprints (a poem)
Many holes in the sand and here's where I dig mine. To bury away the past I fear and make it hard to find. But the sand cares not for what I feel nor what I hide away. It always seems to come full bare and see the light of day. So...
You are not a rock! (a poem)
For Kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times! When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what it is and what it is not When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what is real and what is just...
Hope
It was called a burn-run. Lt. Terrel Gains had heard of these in his countless hours of flight training, but now here it was, no longer a drill, the real thing, no longer a simulation. He couldn't take off the sim-goggles and hop out of the jumper...
An expression of anxiety
A smile, a mild day. A smooth drive, a wonderful rain. Everything was going fine. Exploring new thoughts and ideas, going to class and enjoying the lecture. The writer in me yells with excitement at new projects and ideas as they come flooding into my...
Poem #2: Hope
No matter how dark it is, There will always be one small Speck of light; for, Flickering against the never-ending Sea of struggle, Lies the light of life; Like a candle, Amidst a sea of Broken flashlights, Rolling in the wind; It will never...
"Life"
Can you help me, my dear friends, . to support my kin and not to simply shelter, to encourage them and not resort to force, to guide and not to drive before me, to show the way and always from the front; . to follow on but never follow...
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...
Cold Hope
Everything was white. The snow that fell in ceaseless cascade all morning now came in driving waves. Pine boughs bent and creaked protest against the howling gale. Rhi trudged through the frozen forest, her fur-lined boots crunching in the powdery...
Water
"Imagine yourself as a lake... as a large pool of water..." The voice in my ears was soft, steady, mellifluous, calm. "A large... still... body of water... no ripples... no sounds... Just utter, utter stillness... "Now imagine yourself looking at...
I feel the siren's call
I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but...
I Don't Know...
I Don't Know... What tomorrow brings. The changing seasons; Different birds that sing... I don't know... What I'm meant to say; 'Cause I live each moment, From day to day... And I don't know... How sorrow feels; I've no regrets, For all I've...
Reset Not Restart (a poem)
I'm drawn to it but I'm drawn to other things too. I failed but I'm not a failure. I feel bad for now but I will recover. I was doing well and can do so again. I relapsed but I learned. I lost but I became...