The mirror doesn’t lie Despite the shattered pieces. Reflections of truth slicing Beneath the skin. An unbearable sight both before and after. The devastation fades But the scratches remain Promises and warnings; Reminders of the pain. Continue reading Scratches
A child’s wish in the morning. Chalk drawn imaginations on the blank pavement. Story’s told along the clouds. Fables and fairytales. Musical delights. Joy indescribable. An old man’s dream in the night. Continue reading Grateful
Speaking amidst the contemplation. Vocalizing our sincerest delights beneath the quilt of amendments. Priceless thoughts; our true life. Accounting for every word given. War poisoned our ideals. Vocabulary twisted unequivocally; Context now compromised and demonized. Watching every word taken. We no longer know what to say. Continue reading Loose Lips
I am the dark silhouette. Reality warped along the soul. According to the light. I have been in bondage for so long. Broken chains from the stone. I do not know how to be free. Continue reading Reality Stone
