I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words… Continue reading Repost in spoken word – “Words of a Melting Candle…”
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COLOUR OF THE SOUL
It’s funny how I’ve never had a conversation as honest, as deep and as “me” as I had, and still do, with my diary- or journal- call it what you will. And it’s funny since that’s not really a conversation; a one-sided one at most. Any person who ever came as close to being a… Continue reading COLOUR OF THE SOUL
OF LOVE AND WAR
I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,… Continue reading OF LOVE AND WAR
NOT MYSELF TODAY
My fingers don’t feel like themselves today - they don’t hold my pen as they are wont to; they don’t scrape words out of ink, on the parchment, or tap the temple to stumble across a new one or two… My mind doesn’t feel like itself today - It composes no rhyme as it is… Continue reading NOT MYSELF TODAY
The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)
Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble… Continue reading The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)