My journey through this world and how I see things….
When you're a little kid, everything seems so simple and the only thing that you need to worry about is whether to watch this cartoon or that. Of course, I do come from the age of Nintendo and Saturday Morning Cartoons. Instead of playing with an iPhone, I was outside with my brother and playing… Continue reading Skills That I Learned From Grief
Though my eyes need glasses to help me see, To take in all of the beauty of the world - They also allow me to see the horrors and pain, The price of hate and violence unfurled. We are so much better than agony and killing. We are human beings, our lives already fleeting… Continue reading My Looking Glass
Fight, or fighting, can mean different things for different people. It does boil down to some sort of struggle. The question must be asked, "Why we fight?" For myself, I have been struggling with something for a very long time - almost as long as I've been alive. It's not been always that way because… Continue reading Why We Fight
I Deep sapphire eyes - staring at the hunters. Ears perk, hearing words from monsters, "They're in Africa. Golden and new. The wolf was discovered today. A fresh animal to add to my wall. A quick shot and he'll be through." II Burrowing deep in the white snow, He'll never see me - lie low.… Continue reading Fox’s Hope
Good morning, everyone! Normally, after I've finished creating a piece of poetry, I'll post it up here for you to read without anything said beforehand. Not so much today. I wanted to throw you guys out some warnings. This particular post is in response to the #DearDepression tag that was written to encourage awareness for… Continue reading The Graveyard
I The cave is so deep and dark, I don't know where to start. How do I get out of here? Faint sound of a screech - Screeching, Screeching - What's that sound over there? II Curiosity will be the death of me, Loud and splits the ears, what could it be? Light from its… Continue reading The Light
Death's Knock Matter of my mortality raised, Understanding at a young age. Sightless stare leaves me dazed, Childish heart filled with rage. Year after year has passed, As does those I adore. Life as well as pain won't last, Death's knock loud at the door. For me, it will one day beckon,… Continue reading Death’s Knock
Dear Mama, It's been nearly 20 years since I've heard your voice or spoken to you. Yet, through a random prompt on the internet I stumbled upon today, I'm writing you a letter. There are a lot of "somethings" I wish I could tell you and questions to ask you. If you could see… Continue reading Dear Mom
Icy Touch Broken heart and clenched fists Not a stranger to agony's stinging kiss. Somehow, still not prepared for this - Thirst for vengeance, so hard to dismiss. Death's icy touch grazes yet again Never relenting… never showing mercy. Human flaws, consequences inhumane, The end came too quick for his journey. Neither old age… Continue reading Icy Touch
Focal Breeze 