Was that really me, my crumbling thoughts, intoxicated cynical assertions? Pockets of stillness no longer harbor a pregnant pause instead bestirs the potential of emptiness. Once free-flowing bonds now chaotic with undulating patterns. I suddenly feel my past a lost… Read More ›
Empty headed, I am nobody. Empty handed, I have no friends. Is it common sense to assume all of us have a lessor amount of friends than our friends do, or is it a contradiction? Best ask the nobodies before… Read More ›
our words one can compress but our focus as wordsmiths is to let creativity take charge each and every conversation becomes a writer’s permit to master their authorship choreographed words bestir and challenge mind-numbing beware of what you share pursuits… Read More ›
this home its bones honed over time with warmth in each niche and corner filled with affectionate recollections in each step taken whether trod or in thought a haven over our head or sentiments of security in our psyches a… Read More ›
splintered dreams images faded and torn with emotions worsening with time Greatness questioned as original intent swathed by gossipy stares create feelings of dismay Enter doubts of one’s self-esteem causing victim like symptoms with no foreseeable end to this long and… Read More ›
my mask and my veil never meeting in person mirror on the wall unwanted selfies blaming destiny for flaws mirror recalls all empty walk and talk non-existent face to face mirror draws a blank reflect to reflect not knowing what… Read More ›
Me, myself, and I numbs while seeking myself what I am is not what I think I am time drifts while sensing myself what I am is not what you think I am Questions arise as to why my existence… Read More ›
