I can see the clouds crowding together in the sky and a ball of excited makes a home in my gut. The storm is coming. That glorious thunder and minor chaos; it could make anyone feel like the calm one. So when the storm rolls in, I gather myself into a comfy spot. Then I… Continue reading The Observation of the Sky and I; A short Essay.
I learned from the jungle things and went on a Galactic goose chase in the universe looking for something that made me feel wild. But alas I only came to Milky Ways and mild mannered stars caught in the middle of havoc. But I still looked all over the Galaxy for wild things. Until I… Continue reading A Wild Thing; a poem
There was photos of crops that were watered with blood. It streamed down the edges of fields and around limbs of men. It was a war that looked nothing like our planet’s wars. Ours were pristine and anesthetic; this was bloody and gruesome. We only saw loved ones tears back home. Not the bodies of… Continue reading Chronicles of a Space Man; part six
He just strode by, taking in all my passions that lined my cafe wall. I love that wall, and he already has me jealous from just looking at it. He brushed his fingers across the cracks in between picture frames. It made the patches of bare wall seemed larger and larger until it felt nearly… Continue reading Love’s Residue; a flash fiction
You broke my pieces and numbed the cracks hoping that I wouldn’t notice my causalities of your carnage only to find, that it wasn’t your war that I was fighting but some gross inheritance of mine and a revolting error of humanity’s sanity cause no poet nor warrior can save them, or me for that… Continue reading Some Carnage; a poem
Don’t you dare Barge in there Because you assume that I own that courtroom I am only a witness to be don’t plead your innocence to me I am not the judge I will not use your sentence to begrudge Don’t act like a victim of fates limb because your life string don’t mean your… Continue reading Judge; a poem
We left our minds in the valley The low mountains begged for them because our heads are treasure maps and they were lost lands.