Strange afflictions are the daily mundanities in which embodies daily living. For millennia, creating a sturdy ground Now cheapened by abundance, Carrying the weight of the many Who do not care. Blotched footprints in these ancient etched tiles And rotting wood, Man looks up before the floor crumbles from below. Worn peoples hug falling debris, … Continue reading White Lie
Recent Thoughts
Recently, I've encountered certain feelings that I cannot properly articulate. How do we convey through mere words the attachment we develop from being within one another's presence?In my case, I work with children. I teach them life skills, change their diapers, ensure they eat well, so on and so forth. These children are on the … Continue reading Recent Thoughts
There are days in which I struggle to marshal the resolve to continue on living.I wake abruptly in the midst of colder nights, and I find myself gasping for air. An initial startling effect from the spontaneity of it all, followed by a powerful melancholy. A rush of darker thoughts inundate my entire body. My … Continue reading
An Alcoholic’s Journal
Precursor: I drank some beer and whiskey. Don't lynch me for my weakness. Conventional standards dictate booze to be a sinner’s addiction, to let go of God’s earthly roots and be consumed by Adam and Eve as a catalyst for modernity’s Ragnarök. This is where we part ways with our Godly heritage, or so it … Continue reading An Alcoholic’s Journal
Departure of Time
Bunny clouds embrace our curiosity And ever so slightly exacerbate our youths, Wherein which the present gifts us With our hubris, our impulse, and our petulance. In the exacting of vengeance upon mundanity, We can only ever wish For the grass beneath our soles To remain kissing our heels in perpetuity, For adventure is novel- … Continue reading Departure of Time
Tremors in the River
For so long I’ve sought a quiet of a particular sort, one in which is solemn in its incorporeal spirit and, yet, never quite alone. Sadly, I am more than aware of how this could be achieved. For that, I remain idle and complacent. I remain fearful and stricken in doubt. Most of all, I … Continue reading Tremors in the River
Dying Romantic
In the penultimate chapter, We lie in wait. Bereaved in wonderment, The fantastical elements of What could have been our lives And the reality I forsake. For merely in our thoughts We’ve yet to leave The azure skies The radiant sun, effervescent in its warmth; The only place where My hand remains intertwined With yours. … Continue reading Dying Romantic
Funny Joke
Today, I’ve written a little parcel of self-reflective text. Well… really a summation of constant thought and intrigue, peering into a possibly invaluable idea (subjective of course). My mind doesn’t focus well. I cannot remain static for too long, yet my body idles in sedentary slumber and for years as well. This does frighten me. … Continue reading Funny Joke
Excess
In its simplicity we find Ambiguity saturated in Space between our eyes and Predilections common coupled with Faith that has wrought A fiction we cannot escape Ourselves, in turmoil, we fight for Complexity that births A counterfeited ‘more’, all the while The first sentence spoken is Ignored and Unfinished
Typewriters
Auburn leaves flutter about Just over the wall An orange sky, sinking its orb Into the deepest blue Grains shift into cusps A salty wind emboldens the flesh Envisions a sight Only closed eyes could ever witness Viewing the depths stationary Time is fortunate As is erosion The cultivation of color perception More hues that … Continue reading Typewriters
Merpdo Stories 