To a Life I Obligate My soul slashed, yet, pain not the logic be. But if to scratch an itch deep beneath my surface. If pain, the side effect of enlightenment- enlightenment the itch be scratched- then Lord will it. Grip thy knife. Human being innately adherent to time, But, the shallow prove temporary. A… Continue reading Original Poetry: To a Life I Obligate
Facebook is filled with links to articles that talk about love and relationships. Oftentimes, these articles are in the form of checklists. "If it's real love then your relationship has these 10 things". "If he really loves you then he will do these 15 things". "Your relationship will fail if you say these 9 things".… Continue reading My Message of Love
My friend recently shared some of her poetry with me and I really wanted to share it with you all!! (After her permission) Passion for everything, Comes at a price. Every part of life either makes me fell So overjoyed I think my heart will burst from my chest, Or so angry that I fear… Continue reading Guest Poetry: Death By Passion
The train that runs though Dahlia and Grey Avenue toots its whistle in-between the rhythmic dripping of the melting icicles above my window pain as the morning sun starts to rise. I lie awake, I have been for while, listening to the whispers of the parents in the family as they put the finishing touches on the… Continue reading Christmas for “Intuitives”
"What if" questions are not always a good thing to ask or entertain, however I believe I have a good one: What if, instead of people asking or even thinking, what's wrong with that person in the hospital bed, in the wheel chair or what's wrong with the person crying on the steps, what if,… Continue reading What Humbles You?
I might be afraid of my own voice. Of any and all emotion that may live in the words that I have to say, to whisper, or to scream. With each thing I wish to write, I feel I need approval of its content. Is my opinion ok? Am I allowed to feel this way? Would people… Continue reading My Child, You Will Too…
I have this really strong urge to go somewhere secluded. In the mountains, maybe. Where the tree canopies and the sunsets make my shallow, habitual need for constant entertainment obsolete. I would live in a shack where the natural cross breeze would act as my air conditioning and the rays of the sun would act as… Continue reading Just a Little Quiet