Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic

Word is that some words don't exist. Maybe, it's possible....or maybe I'm simply losing it. All that I am, all that can be fighting between drug-fueled dreams, and hectic realities. Tell me, my dear, what is the time the white rabbit has gone, and I haven't had the guts to follow since I last read … Continue reading Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic

Forgotten Project #4: Unfinished poem

Shine a light on the travesty of men, creatures willing to break each other for an end that means so little in a world that forgets, existence is temporary disease. So we mutter and mumble excuses to please waiting ears that refuse to see tragedy and circumstance that could cause unease for a moment, no … Continue reading Forgotten Project #4: Unfinished poem

The After of Before

It slips, from after to for, thoughts and fronts that set events apart even when we begrudgingly admit that there is no way to return to the start. yet simple yearning lends the blind to the I, scientifically speaking at least, we see only what we want, until forced back into someone else's reality. Never … Continue reading The After of Before

Facebook Short Poetry Series #11

It ends, you know, life. It ends in ways we expect, or don't expect. But it starts where it ends, and ends where it starts, and all the while we worry over it. Over the chaos, the boundaries, which line to follow, we worry, and waste away the miles between the start and the end. … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #11