JOURNAL: July 19th, 1991: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience

All little boys need father figures, Not to be normal or sane. You wouldn’t turn on a light switch without knowing where all the conduits are placed. You grow up with a fistful of hurt, a surge like a missile, without hearing a ‘miss you.’ But one thing is certain, nothing makes you question yourContinue reading “JOURNAL: July 19th, 1991: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience”

JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings

Sigh. The streetlight kissed your eyes and created an impression so pure, its whiteness. I bring this up because I fell in love by remembering my reflection off your iris. Expression in its highest form, sensory design to cure, destinies arrived. Analyzed the sculpture, of course, then vandalized your structure. Leaves falling aimlessly, in theirContinue reading “JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings”

This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair

Swore it was my last shot, promised it would be. It was the electric surge coursing through my conduits, a constant hum. I’ve been left alone, shadows have unfollowed me, but I’ve got 40 ounces that suggest I’ve done everything but bottle it up. My hair is falling out; I play a game, though IContinue reading “This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair”

Blues and Bruises: A Selsun Blue Symphony

Grooving to the classics, velveteen smooth, with devilish antics. Never seen through my pirate-themed ruse or the skeleton captain. X-ray embellishing, developing cancer. The elephant in the room, and the rest is in captions, subtitled. Lexicons added for your pleasurable view, I’ve got a penchant for ad-libs. Subdued in my intelligence, say hello to theContinue reading “Blues and Bruises: A Selsun Blue Symphony”

Unearthing the Mind’s Explosive Secrets

Tired of decomposing, dried up, my dreams are dozing, My body has peaked the opus, through godly retreat, I hope, trying to feel a pulse, a pariah that feels opposed, Pinching my grip, controlling, picture my mind in solace. Pitching and writhing, gritting and grinding my teeth to focus, Witch-doctors reveal a poem, my palmsContinue reading “Unearthing the Mind’s Explosive Secrets”

Dancing in the Fireworks: A Sensory Delight

Dreams and reverie boast, Roasted with pearly green chimerical gold. God Delusion. Hallucinating a miracle told, Where lightning strikes the conscious, Lively minded, constant. Smile by a goddess, Where perfection’s unfurled by Pangaea, Curvy hips, sangria, and rooftops, Inebriated in a sea, with a jukebox. Charismatic, dispelling drama, adorable, Gospel sings for the saga approaching,Continue reading “Dancing in the Fireworks: A Sensory Delight”

Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry

Puncturing flows of buttery colors, exposed in Post and pre-nuptial showmanship. Function control, Amusing instrumental, effusive ode to hold this angel to a centerpiece. Basil, with cloves, of energy that exposed a masterful synergy, A weeded rustled drone that tumbled a quiet depiction of the color blue on a petal, Succulent. Moss grows on myContinue reading “Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry”

Cold Summer Woes: A Season of Love and Loss

In my humblest woe, I loved you with candor, Frankly, you were a rare summer wind, Astonishingly surprising, a fountain’s brush. You took the air out of my lungs, goosebumps on my legs, A breath out of the ordinary, for such an open season, You were colder than most could believe in, A bohemian, bummerContinue reading “Cold Summer Woes: A Season of Love and Loss”

Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires

Particle physics; radiation courses through every speck and grain, But that didn’t mean infecting the inflections as per your hypothetical claim. Bite the bullet, swallow the pistol; it shoots, Harboring a hollow feeling, sipping Miller to boot. Coil-gripped Corona, drowning out social persona, We’re evolving into moths, wallowing toward the Murky gray skies. Yeah, theContinue reading “Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires”

Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections

Empyrean cosmos. This feeling I swallow; it’s real. It’s hollow, but it’s there. I know it. It’s growing, a hole full of sorrow; it’s weird. Some sort of eerie control. It has sculpted out a grave in my heart, it’s six feet into my soul. A clay soldier statue that’s woven and wound up byContinue reading “Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections”

2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions

It’s 2 am. I feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life, A perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds chimed. Success is a hive, hummingbird wings in slow motion, Hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed. Feels like they’re talking to me, as I walk on the leaves that I cross, Demure,Continue reading “2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions”

JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World

Hey there, crickets. Feeling a bit down, you know? (One cool thing about crickets is they keep on chirping even when you’re just talking to them.) The world’s in a real pickle right now. It’s all hush-hush and super heavy. Cultures clashing, problems piling up, and my mentors throwing career advice and consultations at meContinue reading “JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World”