(2014)
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody