Category: Reflection

  • The Journal


    For all the trials and tribulations that you had to face.

    The ones self inflicted you didn’t have to but couldn’t help create.

    Through thick and thin – every shameless thought, every insecurity, every feeling of boundless love and giving beyond receiving.

    Forever, an open heart.

    And for all the questions that cloud your mind, the ones that are forced upon and the ones of your own. Stumbling to unravel forevermore.
    With all the world at stake and the burden of love that you take.

    This. Here. Is the last embrace.

    In a world that at times feels far too cold and distant as if no one could pave a path to your soul.

    Remember, that I remain.

    I am the hope, ever present. The missing piece of the puzzle, deep within.

    No matter how far, lost and lonely you perceive yourself to be.

    Remember — that I remain.

    Beyond a sliver of doubt you are never alone.

    You’ve always got me.

    The voice of eternal love — Deep within your soul.

  • Digital Consent


    I sit imprisoned in an airplane seat

    Stripped of my freedom to see the crimson hue of the setting sun

    Slipping into the horizon in haste

    Screens — they pop up everywhere

    Pixel by pixel they glow louder as the sun weakens

    Suffocating the tranquil peace of a quite summer evening

    I catch myself looking

    ike a moth drawn to a flame

    resistance — fails

    i catch myself looking

    every single time i raise my eyes to admire the fading light

    they sit gleaming at the periphery

    unapologetically

    What about my consent

    What about my peace.

  • Thoughts Like Thieves


    Amidst the fiery glow of the night sky

    the city sleeps with thoughts ablaze

    floating — as gentle as a falling leaf

    one of them headed my way

    every acquaintance you have ever had

    stranger and friend in time long past

    Sat. Below. This very same fiery moon.

    we seem to share the same quiet seat

    but i wonder if we do the same — of our memories.

  • Betrayal


    A storm brews within

    Filled with blatant rage and agony

    Dismayed at the sheer root of it’s creation

    A storm — brews within.

    Eyes grow wet — it’s misery

    To conjure words to surmise, beyond a mystery.

    Enraged. Voices struggle to be heard

    Treason, Treason. The cries grow loud

    Baffled, as the realization sinks in

    The one betrayed is by the one within.