The sky was grey and hung low over her heavy heart. She wiped her tears wishing she could simply wipe away the pain that gripped her. Alone she stood in a hollow home; the small enclosure had confined her to her devastation for some time now. She felt like everything around her that was once
From Nadir To Zenith
Our journey, Shaped like a diamond and equally complex. Multifaceted with each face representing a different point of view. The starting point, is the lowest point. As one ascends the jouney becomes gradually wider, reaching from one side to the other extending beyond the points above and below. To go even further it becomes even
Kiss of Death
Kiss of death Gentle yet deep Pressing faintly in the mist Of the hard heavy rain The mourning sky cloaked in darkness Clouds carry the weight of agony The seething storm echoes The anger raging within Let go Yes release As water falls And drops to her knees Tears trickle slow Then more eager To
Beauty
Some have said “It is good to be beautiful” maybe it would to see what you like to be pleased by your peers while the clock is ticking in the mirror where’s the good in useless pleasure where’s the beauty without measure chase perfection you cannot find you cannot see conceit is blind beauty lies
To Know
There is so little you can ever know for certain. Even wisdom of our world that is thought to be true has been tampered with; polluted with man’s own perception and influence. The real Truth lies deeper than that, buried, reserved for those who are willing to seek it. But people are content with what
Thoughts on Love
What is Love, other than a feeling? An emotion does not describe what love is, it simply categorizes it as a feeling or emotion. Emotions are signals; communication without words. Feelings are hard to describe or put into words. Emotions are necessary for the inner self or subconscious to communicate to the outer self or
War of Words
There’s a coldness in the air As anger breeds contempt Words go back and forth Like ammunition fired Love is lost in anger Unable to kill the rage Voices rise in swords of tones They cut each other off Confusion and contention Feed the fire of desolation There is no balance held Between logic and
Black Widow
Scarlet Letter She is marked Not for shame To distinguish Perhaps to warn Mystic Shadows She hides in secret Wait and prey In Contemplation Instinct is born Desires Awaken She creeps at night till then all is well Untouched, unscathed Not forsaken or forlorn Dangerously Unaware She is a threat Be wary, do not fall