Ishaisms, Poetry

The Home of the Soul

Listening to them preach - in the days of old - I followed what they said was the right path - until one day I couldn't ignore the wrong in all that I was told, and let the pull within my soul allow me to stray. For better or for worse, I chose the journey,… Continue reading The Home of the Soul

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