picture of rain, raindrops - thoughts, reverie

Raindrops

In reverie I dance, enraptured by a world of thoughts And I wish that I could catch them all, but they fall much like raindrops. I scurry about with my bucket, hoping to all the raindrops taste. Then I realize that I'd capture more if I'd stand in just one place. I cry over the …

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picture of memo

Memo

I wish my back would learn That it's okay not to hurt.

dried-up faucet in sun - concealed tears, crying

Faucet

Like a faucet, struggling, spurting Like a spigot, bubbling, bursting

faceless person

Battles in My Head

Another piece I wrote about depression - pretty sure in 2016. Slightly modified.

Torn

This is something I wrote last year (with slight modifications), in an effort to express myself and sort through my thoughts.

Where Shadows Sleep

  I am a pile of carbon, buried deep In the hidden vaults of earth, Where shadows sleep. The magma burns me - Peeling at my skin, my face. And when its work is done, There shall not be a trace Of the piece I was before. Isolated, nameless, In this massive pile of stone, …

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The Lonely Road

    For fortune, fame, or favor I will not take the trodden road. For accolades and words of praise I will not trade my soul. For dopamine spikes From follows and likes My heart will not be sold. I will not ignore the voice within, I will not lose sight of my goal. I will …

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Little Black Spot

A masterpiece you made In the silent sea of darkness. The pigments and the page Conspired with you To make a symphony of light To end the night And put your heart into something You could hold and love. With your steady hands You drew the land You made me who I am. Something that …

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