It Comes in Waves

I dream of people I want to forget as I sleep away days and days. Losing time and patience to get a semblance of happy little rays. Sunshine and smiles are scarce. Something out of nothing is the philosophy that keeps me going, that even I can achieve some greatness or just become a bit… Continue reading It Comes in Waves


Scattered Dream like a Far-Off Memory

What a shame when a dream opens and closes a door leaving you to work out, once more, what's real and what's not. Too good to be true, clearly I forgot that secret desires are just that, a whim when you're up to bat and never strike out. Put it to bed. A little thing… Continue reading Scattered Dream like a Far-Off Memory

The Sensation of Countless Raindrops

Clouded by the future of a million uncertain things sutured in shrouds. False hope was never so false as to deny the weight of feeling good. But certainly there's light somewhere above those clouds, destined for greatness, seldom found. Some way I'll learn to find the sunlight on a rainy day. Until then, I'll stay… Continue reading The Sensation of Countless Raindrops

I write poetry because

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been pretty much exclusively writing poetry. And at first, I convinced myself I was doing it just to have something to post on this blog or to keep me writing, like it was a chore. Hell, over half of the ones I’ve posted were literally copied and pasted… Continue reading I write poetry because