Narrative

friendship is not something that can be easily defined, It's a thing that can easily define your feelings,...

Animism,
is just our euphemism
For the belief,
of many a native nations
That...

She use to sit alone and cry
But slowly over time the tears have dried
The mountain of love...

A Man Comes Along

So a man comes along
Trying to right which is wrong
Were the...

Yellowing are the inked pages,
A desolate gathering of verses,

Those letters never sent to...

Knees may buckle under the weight o rivulets that waterfall down your countenance, at the confluence o...

Why do we let people hurt us?
Why do we fight for their attention?
Why do we let them break...

Having long ago gone past
The equinox, of my being
Now, it’s only atrophy
In myself I’...

Ever seeking solitude even when with company, that
Time-untimely, seeping-spilling crawling saline...

I know what you meant, when you said our hearts don't beat the same.
It's not so much my chest that...

Take my words and ink them.
Paint the depth of my thought;
And you will surely understand;...

Unknown paths lie before me
Un-trodden ground is calling
Strength is my weakness
Into...

(A/N: Please give feedback on the last two main stanzas as I don't particularly feel as though they fit as...

I wish that we, were young once more
When hearts were kind and oh so pure

When...

My heart is too heavy, but this pain is too weak,
I'm told not to cry, no strength to even speak....

As time goes on there seems to be a pattern.
Consisting of misfortune and gratitude to subtle...

As we all age
Our perceptions must change
Because, old people to us, look younger

...