The window to my soul seems darker now. Its transparency is clouded by crimson blues. Like stained glass tempered to withstand hard blows, I can see my life only through this disillusionment. The darkness is thick except for these crimson rays. Lost, but I’m searching - from here, will I ever find my way? Cold … Continue reading The Crimson Window
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
Deep inside, there’s an everlasting struggle. A war has been brewing, Between the good and bad, I juggle. A darkness all encompassing Versus A brightness I’ve been summoning. ~ The hell hounds line the battlefront, The angels gather in opposition. Many will die, But only one will cry. ~ Bloodstained bed-sheets, Or is that just … Continue reading The Struggle Between Good And Evil
I believe that most people who know me well, are probably aware that I have addictive tendencies and an addictive personality type, but perhaps not. You may be wondering, "What does that mean exactly, to have an addictive personality type?" Well, simply put, it means that you have difficulties with moderating those things that you … Continue reading Living With An Addictive Personality Type
Lying on his stomach, Hayden lifted his head up from his bunched up old sweater and yawned. Through crusty eyes, he looked around the old warehouse where he slept and noticed the dust particles floating through the beams of sunlight shining in through the windows. It had to be a nice day outside for there to be so much light.