Reflections
Howdo you see you?Howdo you see me?Yourreflection is still the same person, butdo you see it as such?
Thereflection of your judgement,thoughts,feelings, actions,howdo you perceive these things? Doesit make you a different person?
Whatdo you like, what do you hate?Youare the same person in every version.Everyreflection...
Plywood and Duct Tape: Part I
I can feel the walls cracking, Breaking, The dam leaking. It is being held By plywood and duct tape. The cracks are growing larger, More and more keeps spilling out, I keep promising myself One more crack Then I’ll get help. The dam ruptures...
The Talk
On the days dedicated to casting a lightonto those living in debilitating darkness,we have chosen to shine it onto ourselvesand while we bask in a thawing glow,those who need it the most,go another eternity without light.
It is in this darkness that theskeletal remains of...
Dear Heart
Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto the closest point of comfort,A compass which...
A life without colour
My vision is only of gray.
“The world is a rainbow;” I know this for sure.
I’ve heard of the magnificent shades of human emotion.
I’ve seen them for myself, but I do not see in colour anymore.
I live within a personal orbit of dullness and nothing...
Waves
it comes at night,
after soft, gruelling days.
like a tidal wave,
it rises and crashes over me:
dragging me under.
the current is much too
strong for me to fight.
so I will drown,
until somebody saves me.
Mirror
"A small wooden house near that sweet lake",that's what you said to mewhen I asked you what your dream was.
Now together we stand herenext to our wooden house,holding two cups of coffee,we stand together staring at each other.
Slowly, I placed my hand on your...
Schizophrenic
Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war. Both sides fighting a constant battle, One heart...
Enlightenment Part I: The Question
On top of the green, infinite mountains
stands a man no older than eternity,
talking to nature as the soft whispers
of the wind echo in his ears:
telling him of a time before man,
when nature ruled in harmony around the globe.
...
The Sound of Rain
Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around
the busy café contemplating life.
The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear
window as if to shout out “It is me your searching for!”
The coffee now gone just as his will for...