It was then I heard the thunder, split asunder through the sky.I could not help but wonder, as I watched it pass me by.Was it the voice of heaven? An angel calling out my name?Or was it the sound of water, falling down as rain?
Category Archives: Poems
Upon the Grounds of Circumstance
When the weight of the world comes fully to bear,And the trials are many ahead.I shall not give in to the voices and words,The cruelest ones inside my head. Let us not speak of the demons,With their forked tongues and razor claws,Let us speak of the reasons,The reasons to stand firm, and forge on. StrengthContinueContinue reading “Upon the Grounds of Circumstance”
The Only Story
I have told many stories in my life,Though not all have had an end.Some were true, some were false,But compared to you, they were just pretend. There’s all sorts of things within this world,That was never meant to be known.I’ve seen birds and beasts all flying high,But none like your soul, have ever flown. IContinueContinue reading “The Only Story”
You & I
We are not long meant for this world, you and I.Where happiness is to live, and misery is to die.Think not of it in these firm terms,Think not of it and cry.We weren’t meant to be eternal,We weren’t meant for forever.We made made to wonder why. Our times we are taught to long for.Our timesContinueContinue reading “You & I”
War
I am at war, a lasting fight that I strive to win.It is a battle fought, won and lost, from a place that’s deep within.It is a struggle and a trial, a snarling beast that will not be trained.It is a burden and a blight, a constant weight around me chained.It has so many voices,ContinueContinue reading “War”
These Facinating Creatures
Hey Guys, I know it’s been a while since my last post, (nearly a year…), but I’ve been busying myself with a bunch of other projects and my short stories have fallen to the wayside slightly. This last year I’ve once again attempted to write a full novel, ( got to 40,000 damn words) butContinueContinue reading “These Facinating Creatures”
This Cry for Attention
When I wake, I feel the world Infested,With opinions and thoughts that keep minds contested,This lonely howl, once rare, is now firmly normal.This cry for attention. I do believe souls still have the chance,To regain the grit of our forefathers stance,In their ashes, we’ve birthed an insight to weakness.This cry for attention. We have developedContinueContinue reading “This Cry for Attention”