An observor is all you can be when you're a drifter without a home to lay His head in.Human interaction is what I've dreaded,For as long as I can remember while heading towards heaven,I find in a pen,And,Paper littered with my thoughts,Dreams,Knowing I will never receive a citation for it.I'm quite proud to have hoarded,Journal... Continue Reading →
A Picture, Eternal. – Day 216, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Cracks.Scuffs.Faded colors add more beauty onto photos we find difficult to look at again.Nothing to be scared of,Besides your refusal to acknowledge everything that made you who you are.To leave your inner child crying in a corner?Is what you'd expect in a heart full of cowardice.A heart giving up on itself regardless of its morning... Continue Reading →
Pictures Of Old – Day 183, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Maybe,I'm still scarred because of the way you left me.How stone-faced you were in sight of my tears.How happy you were to tell me,"I don't love you anymore,"While I was shattering into pieces right in front of you.Maybe,That's why I mistreat a body I'd rather not be inside of on most days.Because of your delight... Continue Reading →
Framed In A Circus – Day 114, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Vignettes appear in every image God edits to his liking.Yet,Questions arise.Why does my atmosphere seem to darken?I was told life would brighten up!Instead,Light appears to be scarce in,What feels like a farce enveloping my faith as I battle with catharsis… Do I sit down,Entranced by propaganda and apply shady stories disappearing in an instant?To an... Continue Reading →
Birth Of A Burning Image
Writers are creators of many worlds no other can sketch on a canvas darker than their inner thoughts.Worlds full of light,Of some kind,For every heart aching from the pain of asking,Why?Why me?Because,As much as we want a story where there's not a single sting,From bleeding wounds we must feel forcing us to think,About more than... Continue Reading →
Blank Pictures
Blank…Maybe,That's why it's been hard to put ink onto paper.Nothing in my mind.Just,Thoughts floating through my head while I close my eyes and,Feel the chaos it brings.Left asking myself,What am I here for?To,Endure pain until I'm finally able to dream again?Dream a life where I can bare the sting of wounds I've inflicted on myself…Tell... Continue Reading →
Letterz From A Monster, Pt. 2: A Simple Roar
Many stare at you with lapidary pupils when you’re able to provide more than a hug or kiss on the cheek. They adore you while fascinated by your every move. Sooner or later, you become an example of success in the crying eyes of a dream-chaser. But, what happens when you are muddied by a... Continue Reading →
Recalled
An image my kids would love to trace over,is a goal in my mind and heart I yearn to achieve.But,I’m having trouble conceiving that notion of success my dear soul thirsts for.More so,A band-aid for an open wound that will heal within time,With good rest and a day,Or two,Where you unwind!Without going too far… Because,In... Continue Reading →
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