“Men most often know what they want, yet they are not always sure how they feel. Women most often know how they feel, yet they may not always know what they want.” ― Ken Poirot Now, that above quote may or may not be true. You can decide. Personally, I'm not sure that I always know … Continue reading Hot Yoga, Soul Searching and Male-Female Friendships
It's been a while since I've just written without any real objective in my writing, and sometimes that spurs all sorts of different revelations or reflections. So, today I thought that I would return to that sort of writing... Let's start with, what's been new with me? Well, I've been working hard at my studies … Continue reading University, Updates and Reflections
Beneath the wistful skies, I behold... the sight of auburn autumn, on my threshold... Sweeping strokes of the whistling winds, brushing my cheeks.... Under fading warmth of the sun and air, so bleak... Once brimming with youth, the sunflowers bold.... Now stooping down, growing old.... Once swooning in verdant luscious foliage.... the lovelorn trees now, standing bare … Continue reading Wild Poetry: Autumn (By Sarika)
Free-falling humans through the prehistoric, Arriving at the dawn of a bloodied Christ. Illuminate the esoteric and the metaphoric, Take notice if he really were just sacrificed, Hold on to hope, relinquish a heart dysphoric... Into the Dark ages, where our shadows never fell, Next challenged by the plague for delivery to hell... Hitler planned … Continue reading Faith In Humanity
A blackbird soars silently through the thick of the great blue sky, Every evening collecting simple filaments for its regular roosts repairs, Every day the bird becomes witness to the homes of humans in its eyes, Every human displays a history beneath the space the fowl shares. A blackbird passes pleasingly peering into the lives … Continue reading The Black Bird Soars
The Silk Curtain Drops (The Wolf Boy's Poem) The silk curtain gently drops The ticking of the clock stops The last glass of fresh water Last breath before the slaughter A fading smile from a loved child A million memories run wild All consuming lack of everything All-knowing void of anything Recycle ingredients, soul by … Continue reading Life’s Silk Curtain Drops Ft. Brad – Common Sensibly Speaking
A day like this will not be missed, until he lies next to his grave. Wishing for all the time that he'd tasted, yet in the midst of pain, laid waste to it. T'was a struggle like many others, under a blanket of self-doubt, he'd lay smothered. Second-guessing and re-contesting himself. Labeling himself as broken, … Continue reading -=He’s bro/ken=-
Kristian did an amazing job doing the other half to my story about the Rise and Fall of Marcus and Addison! Check it out!
Last week Mathew, author of Blog of The Wolf Boy posted this beautiful story about Marcus & Addison from Marcus’ point of view. He opened it up for anyone who wanted to tell Addison’s side of the story, so I thought I would give it a shot.
Here is the link to Mathew’s original post, where he tells Marcus’ side of things.
Life is funny sometimes. One minute you think you have life figured out, you are chasing your dreams and living your best life, but then the universe decides to throw you a curve-ball, making you question everything you thought you knew you wanted, and longing for something you didn’t even realize you were missing, or in Addison’s case, someone.
Addison was living the dream, traveling to local cities and towns around the area she grew up in, playing at different bars and pubs. She fell…
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Marcus People have always said that opposites attract, and Marcus had never believed it up until the point that he met Addison. They seemed to be from different worlds, but somehow found pleasure in exploring the worlds inside each other. Marcus was a quieter type of guy. He was a computer programmer for a startup … Continue reading The Rise and Fall of Marcus and Addison (Marcus’s Perspective)
A young boy grew up feeling incomplete, Raised in a family which shunned his identity, What mattered most was the family's conceit, To have one member be unique, was unprovoked obscenity. ~ He spent half a life-time hiding behind a mask; Just to feel loved and valued, was a Herculean task. Never allowed to have … Continue reading To Be Alone And Yearning
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Henry David Thoreau I thought I'd just do something light and fun for today's post. Something I've not done before. Music is … Continue reading Five Songs That Sum Up My Life
A man hits his son to teach him a lesson, The punishments vary, He likes to keep him guessin'. The boy grows up with a burden to carry. ~ The boy becomes a man, That man finds himself a wife, They have themselves a son, They start themselves a life. ~ But, it's rife with … Continue reading The Pain Train
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore Letters To Myself I was out for a walk yesterday, and I was thinking about the intricacies of life. Not only the intricacies of life, but our perceptions of those … Continue reading A Letter – From Past to Present & Present to Past
Like the maestro conducts his orchestra, We each conduct life's symphonies. Trumpet's thunder on our highs, Drums boom with our surprise, And Fiddles wail out with our cries. ~ They don't all play as instructed, But, each instrument has it's part. Not every note that is conducted, May be played right from the start. ~ We … Continue reading The Maestros of Our Destinies
Standing here at these crossroads, I can see my life splits in two directions. One direction leading me closer to my dreams. The other direction brings me closer to my love. The decision leaves me petrified and frozen, I just stand there and stare down each route at this connection. My body tries to split … Continue reading Life At A Crossroads