Deep
I long for dreams of oceans deep, of sailing upon the waves, for t'would mean I've had hours of sleep, instead of thoughts depraved. But to sleep would have my friends away, for they live across the world. Aches are a small price to pay, for...
Technologic
The trappings of man's design leave me with an addiction, a burning need to flee, to leave this world behind, adrift in a self made fiction as my mind, unchained, feels free.
Born To Be A Warrior.
**Born To Be a Warrior.** "It was so close so many times." Mom says sometimes, all about how I was meant to survive and that there was a meaning with it. That I was special. That I was meant for something big. But if I' am special and meant for...
Stay With Me Forever
#1 of poetry just a short freeform poem i wrote a while back. nothing to crazy, and it's something to post to get my writing hobby kicked off!
Broken Home
#1 of poetry and poems freeform poem i just wrote. it came with many tears. what do you make of a broken family? a motherless home. incompletion, separation, angst and longing. wonder, where is she? did i miss her? yes. was she here?
Writing is Magic
#6 of poetry a small freeform poem i wrote while on break at work. it's in essence an exploration of some of the bigger themes i want to explore with my character.
Voices
The voices in my head belong to all my friends, a viking here, an officer there egos all around. Refreshed anew by this lead, a soldier bellows 'this is the end!' as I pull out my hair, and roll onto the ground. Contacts ask 'are they...
Tempo
Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...
False Wildness
Raindrops like tears, slide down the road. Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of Earth's lament against the cage of man's design. Perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple. Trees arranged...
The Promise of Fire
Warmth running through my veins, siren song of flame. It seeks for me to give it the reigns, as if it could be trusted to remain tame. Anger, joy, and righteous pleasure, wonder too, in equal measure. Burning tracks into my brain, the...
Blue Skies
Dormant branches reach up like fingers to a cloudless sky, where not even the bravest of crows fly, and not a drop of summer's rain lingers. Still the wind breathes, stirring dead leaves. The sun shines down bright, warming only those...
Sunrise
I lay w'in the darkness, trying in vain to sleep as tiredness makes me weep, and aches upon me press. Early to work, late to rise, toiling away noon to night, all thoughts by morning, crosswise. Perhaps this time I'll stay awake and bask...