When I explained to him that the ones I loved were better off without me and he tried to argue back, I used you as an example; and he was left speechless.
I saw this and thought of you.
The most meaningful words a person could ever say? “I saw this and thought of you.” It means that you crossed someone’s mind And made them feel something, without any personal prompting. Maybe it’s a good Thought. Maybe it’s a bad thought. But what does duality matter when either way, Someone verified that in this... Continue Reading →
Book Review: Echo V4: The Last Edge of Darkness
The Last Edge of Darkness by Kent Wayne 2018. 401 pages (Kindle Edition) Series: Echo, Volume 4 Genre: Science Fiction, Dystopian, Speculative Fiction Final Rating: 5 out of 5 stars Summary: Echo Volume 4 chronicles Crusader Atriya's time in Mandala City. As Atriya crafts his mind into a psionic arsenal, he realizes that no weapon—no... Continue Reading →
Ever-Evolving
The heart is a fickle creature It must never be confined to a single chamber. But rather allowed to roam freely, embracing each passion that calls out to it.
Remembering
A broken heart seeks comfort in the ruins of frozen memories. It is this that keeps it bleeding.
Gentle Breeze
There is no melody so beautiful as the love song of a gentle breeze. Its whistle through the trees whisper lyrics of undying love as it caresses the leaves.
A Wail of Grief
Oh, brother in my dreams! Why do you haunt me? Oh, brother of mine! Why does your pain hurt me so? Oh, brother! My brother! Why did your river run dry? My tears are too many, yet they cannot refill your river's flow! Oh, brother! Dearest brother! Brother of mine!
Why I’m a Romantic Scrooge
It is hopeless to be a romantic when one is not worth so much hype. That walk on the beach while the breeze whistles songs in the joy of the union And the waves reach out to shake hands in agreement; that is not What I am worth and that is not what I shall... Continue Reading →
Writer’s Block
Such little inspiration to write anything with feeling these days. Nothing left to say, it seems. Perhaps someone might be so kind as to burn me, or draw a bit of my blood with your weapon of choice, so that I might write another lyric or two.
