Ishaisms, Poetry

Unbecoming and Becoming

I'm tied - a lost, anchored boat, storm tossed in an abandoned land - with the water sizzling up in a flame, a fiery chalice, burning roped bridges, wreaking red and orange havoc that smoulders, crackles and drops, as the lone soul runs for dear life and the gasping bridge burns close behind... Save me,… Continue reading Unbecoming and Becoming

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Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

The Tree

I shed my leaves and stare at the sun stand stark and bare, unafraid to burn; let the roar of the river reverberate and rent the overcast, overwhelmed firmament. Glad tidings to all that curse to see from these harrowing horrors, my release - when charred to a crisp 'neath ash grey skies like the… Continue reading The Tree

Ishaisms, Nostalgia, Poetry

Lost Child

nobody listens when you need to be heard the most from the blues to the utter darkness, couldn't care less, no if there is no room for life after catharsis why am I looking why am I even looking for my northern lights? Sad monotones from sad keys of monochrome sadder dreams of playing those… Continue reading Lost Child