Does anyone ever walk into your DM’s offering to help you discover the path of your soul? Recently, I’ve been getting more of these (always around the holidays) and it’s been itching at me to create a post about it. I tend to weave this soul topic into the W.I.Ps I’m writing. This topic ofContinue reading “Ghetto Speech for the SOUL 0.1”
Tag Archives: Poems
How Could You Believe: A Poem.
My heart is pounding, How could they believe it be true. All I’ve ever wanted was to spend time with you. Watching you grow so much, I don’t even blink. If I do I could miss such a beautiful ‘thing’ —now that don’t ring right. You’re a beautiful soul, I bet no one has everContinue reading “How Could You Believe: A Poem.”
Less IS More.
The feeling of desire is out there and we all feel it on the human level of perception. It’s common for us to desire a companion; the stereotypical modern lifestyle, which if you think about it, isn’t so modern after all. The “working man” and “motherly housewife of a woman” is what we are taughtContinue reading “Less IS More.”
I have had trouble getting posts finished although I have many of them started and almost done I still haven’t got around to completing them to post. Because of this I have been left with tons of writing prompts I’ve been using that have helped me get my creative energy flowing. Those rare times IContinue reading “Writing Prompts”
DESIRE. A Poem/Spoken Word
TRIGGER WARNING: relates to depression, suicidal thoughts and homelessness I have this burning desire to move far away, but I don’t have enough money and where would I stay? This burning desire to leave everything I’ve known, the tree on the corner I read under as a child, and the old shack of a houseContinue reading “DESIRE. A Poem/Spoken Word”
As the layers of an onion make me cry, the layers of life are making me die. Peeling back the layers one by one, my skin becomes sensitive but that is not me. I believe I see what others can’t see, through layers of sensitivity the light creeps in. I feel the light become heatContinue reading “Mirage.”
Water. A Poem: The Finale.
APPROX READ: 2 minutes Finished artwork for this poem is on the portfolio and in the gallery, be sure to read the the first two poems if you haven’t already. To myself, water is a story being told. Spoken word more than a poem. I have learned in writing this poem that people are similarContinue reading “Water. A Poem: The Finale.”
Water. A Poem: Part 2
APPROX READ: 30 SECONDS The way this off-white water flows, nobody knows. Where will the wet monster will go, this time. How it’s transformed, becoming one with the ground, the rain kept pouring down, down, drop by drop. It started to flood the hole in ground, by dusk the water covered the land around. ThroughoutContinue reading “Water. A Poem: Part 2”