For school- In the joyous days of childhood, can you recall playing aimlessly in shallow puddles of the previous days rainwater and sloppy mud? There does exist a swamp so foul, in which puddles you may remember, are quadrupled in size. The contents of said pool, is of waters thick and tinged with greens of… Continue reading Bleeding Tree
Sitting under the sad old tree. Thinking about what all these thoughts might mean. What does life have to do with me? Am I here for a reason? Why does anything have to exist? Is my life just treason? Looking at the dark sky. Atop that hill. Will it rain. Should I keep still? What… Continue reading Lost in Thoughts All Alone
I ponder often of a curtain feeling. I search aimlessly for a comprehensive meaning to what it could possibly be. I could attempt to describe said feeling. However, I don't believe the human language bares words capable of defining it. My heart feels like a flaming star in the night sky, erupting with a burst… Continue reading Is This Love?
For school- When man tries to be God. Murky waters of a shallow, gelid pond. Four-leaf-clovers rest upon the lifeless water surface. Clovers placed by man who wish for a "lucky" abscond. When man tries to be God. Ginger rusted bars, in grid like form. To keep animals or people, away from harms way. Decayed… Continue reading Rusted Waters
For school- Shadowed clouds begin to swallow the sky. The remains of the heavens are colours of beautiful glowing oranges and reds. They glisten from the lukewarm sun. The blazing light coming to its end for the day, leaving a silhouette of a magnificent cathedral, and a small town surrounding. A lake barley visible by… Continue reading Holy Silhouette