Is it not strange how small disputes can grow Until my chest becomes a sudden storm And though my friends have done no harm I know My words can strike with sharp and restless form Again it happens shame returns to stay So I would leave the circle for their peace Yet when I speak of going far away They meet my wish with anger not release If others step away their rest is fair For hearts grow tired ... » Continue Reading
Forgive the storms that seem to rise in me I never mean for anger to appear I only seek a place where you can see The restless thoughts that whisper in my fear When you are lost in moments not with me A quiet shadow grows within my chest It feels like love has drifted out to sea And leaves my heart believing I am less When silence answers words I send to you Old memories return and call my name So... » Continue Reading
6 word tales In the end, all flesh rots all this anger, was once love We're just stories in the end Your room is not your prison I am both knife and wound Let's live, since we must die Trying out a new form of poems I got introduced to in school. Most likely I will edit this blog and add some more later on. So far i'm enjoying this writing style. It gives you a start and end point for the st » Continue Reading