Remembrance

Pinterest . . . Little Red Flower Symbol of Remembrance Grow in Flanders Field

Writers Block

I have written in so long I don’t know where to start A million thoughts, even fewer ideas Tangible theory rolled in conspiracies I can’t make any sense of what I want to say So I lay the pen down, for another day.

Clutter of my mind

. . . Inside clutter of my mind You’ll get lost in all the noise Tripped up in the nightmares Overwhelmed by the madness Inside the clutter of my mind . . Inside the clutter of my mind Deep amongst the shadows of wasted opportunity Down the river of regret You’ll see the idea of […]

Haiku 42

. . . Heavy winds brewing There is a storm rolling in Batten down the hatch

Refuse

Every road scattered with failures Yet I trudge on Every corner riddled with doubt Yet I continue my search Every moment designed to create hate Yet I choose love I refuse to give up I refuse settle I refuse to be anyone but myself

Resurrect

. . . There is a calmness in the death here No mourning the loss of the beauty For we all know new life is months away And this is a breathtaking sight

Calm

. . . It is a ritual for me Something I do to ease my mind Tame the beast Silence the screams The one constant Never changing Always helpful The calming static

Lost

. . . . Lost nowhere to go Exactly where I want to be Waiting for stars to find me

Chase

. . . Took my head out of the books Put my foot to the land I’m chasing my own story My way

Dirty Laundry

. . . It piles up It’s never ending. No beginning Goes forever I try to put it out of mind Focus my attention on something new Yet I always end up here Standing in front if it No where to hide Just me and the mess Ready to be sorted