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 →
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.
A broken heart seeks comfort in the ruins of frozen memories. It is this that keeps it bleeding.
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.
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!
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 →
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.
this small coffin of isolation recycles my every breath into air as fresh as that found in an open meadow in early spring yet it is darker than nothingness itself, and my movement is restricted by the coffin walls that hide me away, craving light i break free and dig my way to the surface... Continue Reading →
Should one fight his way through the thick forest of my sadness-- and chisel away every rock of bitterness that walls off my heart-- he will find that his efforts were in vain. I'm not hiding heaven in this heart. My heart is but a chilled cadaver for me to cut into without ever drawing... Continue Reading →