Hope is insidious in its waning, lingering sweet like a sin, an unspoken prayer that betrays reason in defiance of looming inevitability while offering nothing more than a lengthening of the hours of a lonely vigil.
This place I never meant to find, this time I never meant to be in, holds me against my will and I linger longer than a moment in years gone past and lost; it's all I can do to not reach out, to stretch out from the lonely dark with fingers broken and bruised from... Continue Reading →
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” - Hunter S. Thompson A year ago I wrote... Continue Reading →
You offered it, the hope I held on to, this sense of security and meaning, without my asking, without my wanting-- I reached for it, for what it meant, because you offered, because it mattered; but what I grasped was emptiness, lonely and cold-- abandoned after so many promises, so many offers; silence and waiting... Continue Reading →
Rain weary air gives way to fire laden breath, a soul escaping the confines of flesh and set free in exhalation of thought; into night on rising tides of fluttering light crowned in autumn hues it flies, upward to drift in an ocean of wonder bedecked with jewels of every color, each the keeper of... Continue Reading →
For that second you loved me, that second of hope, for that moment of light when I was not alone, for that touch of forever washed away by this pain, for that second you loved me... ...I'd do anything. Inspired tonight by a piece of music that made me reminisce.... 'For That Second' by Rob... Continue Reading →
surreal the vastness of morning, awash in the potential of day; limitations set only by the refusal of motion wait to be cast away would it be so hard to imagine that in the haze of tomorrow lies a path of becoming today where hopes and dreams and so many other things are given the... Continue Reading →
barefoot on blades that bend and wave the comfort of earth and her embrace cool the green fades to grey 'neath indigo cloak that shrouds the day and laughing breezes carry evening from miles away peace, their whispers, strung across a gossamer sky, where dreams unfolding are set alight, as a world awakens and comes... Continue Reading →
Detached resonance voices a tomorrow lost in yesterday, and solitude, in its comfort, is nothing more than a prison of hope.