For too long, I have been preoccupied with fulfilling the incessant expectations of others; yielding to the fatigue of a socially demanding and financially draining world; clouding my thoughts with a success driven mantra, that fails when compared to the golden measurement of God; suffocated by the hoards of many, yet when I raise my … Continue reading Sky.
Rueful – Adjective
"Feeling, showing, or expressing sorrow, repentance, or regret." She was full of rue. Pained by her mistakes and misfortunes. The Reverend had said "Repent!" But that did not ease the shame, nor the prying eyes and callous whispers. For repenting with words, is non for gain. Her actions needed to shout. I'm sorry.
It's 11:51 pm And I'm still awake. In an hour I have managed to present a kaleidoscope of emotions. I started out ecstatic, Beatific, floating on a high of chocolate and champaign, but then I got in my car and drove back to an empty dark and lonesome house. This solitude Is not the fun … Continue reading The Fizzle.
Brumal – Adjective
“Wintry” Today is the day that I spend with my family, In celebration of a babe born of salvation. Many others will celebrate this day too, Though reasons will vary, between me and you. For me, Christmas is hot as an oven and fly-ridden, Whilst yours may be brumal and frostbitten. Some of us will give … Continue reading Brumal – Adjective
A world without doors
My mother believes that; ‘When one door closes, another door opens.’ I find this hard to understand, as my world has no doors. In my world there is only a hallway; forever stretching and never yielding. My hands Always feel For doors, the refreshing touch of a doorhandle, the sweet relief of … Continue reading A world without doors
The bright and burning
When I look at you, There are stars in my eyes. Bright and burning, a solar system of anguish. When you look at her, they explode, and burn tracks down my cheeks, leaving their marks across my flesh. How I wish, you'd look at me, and yearn, for my touch. Not hers. There are stars … Continue reading The bright and burning
Beauty and grace, An empty shell, Behind her face.
It is what it is. What's done is done.