PinnedMember-onlyMy First Poetry CollectionI will self published a book on April 17th 2023. We, who write with our heart upon our sleeve. We, who bleed verses for everyone to see. What do we have to fight the dust of oblivion, to salvage the memories that carved our being? Life is a remembrance of everything we’ve left behind…Self Publishing3 min readSelf Publishing3 min read
Published inILLUMINATION·Nov 16Member-onlyAn Autumn FeelA shared sensation — Autumn1 min readAutumn1 min read
Published inLit Up·Nov 15Member-onlyUnreachableFree verse It’s unreachable, they say, the highs and lows of that place. That place where eagles fly, and foxes find a hiding ground. What lies above and beyond the line we were told never to cross? Existence between two realms - up and down, high and low — A breath taken…Unreachable1 min readUnreachable1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Nov 6Member-onlyElysian Fields Will Stand BareFree Verse There is only so much we can know only so much we can understand, and even that is an illusion that’s hanging from a thread. To distinguish the truth from a lie in today’s world is an impossible task. The web of deception and lies is so thick and hard groomed for…Truth2 min readTruth2 min read
Published inLiterary Impulse·Nov 1Member-onlyNo ReasonFree verse — there is no reason only emotions that leave wounds that never heal time will not erase the pain the screams will echo with each new day so many screams so much pain in this world made by a human hand so much suffering and more to come for we are cursed with…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Sep 30Member-onlyStoriesA thought on the subject at hand The world is made of stories. Life is made of stories. Stories are made of stories. Stories are the only thing we find everywhere we turn. They are all-present nameless entities living and breathing since the dawn of consciousness. Every day billions of…Prose Poem3 min readProse Poem3 min read
Published inILLUMINATION·Sep 26Member-onlyTime Was A NotionNothing ever dies — Time was a notion that held no significance in the spiral of existence An endless circle of life set in motion by the change of seasons Nothing was lost in the repetitive order of things, the memories were stored in the very essence of the word — Love. With the…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inLiterary Impulse·Sep 26Member-onlyThe Wind Will Play But We Won’t Be The SameFree Verse — The wind was playing in the trees and the grass was so soft and green, when we were children and didn’t know about the bad things. The wind still plays in the trees, and the grass is green but now we feel the stones and thorns under our feet. When…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Sep 4Member-onlyDenial Hurts MoreA shared emotion and thought. It’s somewhere there, in the neighbourhood, on TV, in the news column but not here. Not in my house, not amongst my friends, not in my bed. I know it’s there, I know there is no escape but I still refuse to believe it can come close to…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
