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Black hole
Moon eyed she goes
She is one of the stars
Lonesome she is
In the presence of Mars
Soon her reflection renews
She is a planetary part apart
Memories become brand-new
She is solo in this system
And as the lights dim
He becomes hers
She sucks us in
Until everything’s hers
Friday 19th April 2024 3:33 pm
Cosmos
Strength, by nature
Is not provided for our own benefit.
The stubborn may vie for what they desire,
The strongman may be able to move boulders,
But strength of character
moves entire mountains
and there is no room for boasting.
All substance, and no air.
Super clusters of Galaxies
Strung together by thin bands of space dust.
A scene eerily similar to the neurons
...Sunday 29th May 2022 2:24 am
What I Am Today
It took me so many years to find myself, and I got lost along the way,
And now I don't know where I am or where I'm going,
But at least I know it doesn't matter.
So yes I'm wandering round this pointless universe,
But I'll just be myself,
Wherever, Whatever.
And if I'm changing every moment into something else
Who even cares what I am today?
It took me all these years to find my...
Friday 8th January 2021 1:15 am
The Impact That I Have
I am not my clothes
I am not my house
I am not my possessions.
I am not my knowledge
I am not my thoughts
I am not my body.
I am my words
I am my actions
I am my expressions.
I am the impact that I have.
Tuesday 15th December 2020 5:04 am
THE MINE OF TRUTH
dirty and dark
hard to breathe
confused about time
feeling my way
suddenly a light the mother lode revealed at last crystals of truth I clawed them
My own discovery
the truth blinding
age behind me
the light stayed on.
Wednesday 9th December 2015 12:00 pm
A Noun in White Open Space
A noun all alone in the white open space is at risk,
if it doesn't know its own definition or purpose.
Without knowing its identity, this noun may search for a verb.
Once it finds this verb, it may begin to become active.
After it is active, it may come to dwell upon passive.
Should this be the case, it may call itself just a subordinate clause.
Still without the sense of cause, ...
Saturday 22nd November 2014 9:23 pm
Becoming Alice
I gaze into the rabbit hole. It does not gaze back. And still, I am ready to enter.
This mischevious risk urges my desire
To fall within and forget all that is prior
I comtemplate the life I've lived and all the choices I've choose
And what is next in my life and where will my path go
I relieve my grip and accept this new phenomenon
I fall through the hole and embrace the myster...
Monday 13th October 2014 10:11 am
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