kalopsia

Trading places for the brain It’s maluable like clay Do you ever dream– Your entire life away? The noise of outsiders Singing the songs of delusion I ring in the new life With certain confusion Never will

The truth is something that is self conscious. The truth doesn’t lie. We never wonder or imagine with truth yet somehow in a world of facts we still struggle to separate fact from fiction. Our minds are

The Night Dawns. It fades like my life. A slow, subtle click of the clock and I can feel each second of love that I am losing. The wonder is an amusement park. The next step was trajectory like an airplane,

See you later. There is no fucking need to be raising your voice inside. The man was an ordinary shape and figure. He has weight around his waist. It was probably attributed to horrific diet, sugars, copious

You wake up. The sky is dim and the earth seems magnetic. You are clung to your bed like a magnet to metal. You’re reaching for the alarm clock ringing brightly as the harp strums away to enlighten you.

It was approximately 10:00AM on May 3rd, 2016. It was a sunny warm day, with a smoky smell lingering in the air. I was working a backshift at Suncor Oil Refinery as a general laborer the night before.

It’s daylight at 4:00am and I’m in the despair of a local late-night diner drinking stale coffee with a foul stench of tobacco lingering in the air. It’s a night like no other as I am in distress, startled

Well it is just about reaching one year mark since I lost my fifteen-year-old brother. I am back living in Fort McMurray Alberta and back into school (Bachelor of Education Elementary Education). Things

I figured I'd share this story of how I started in Steemit and where I am now. As my profile states: I'm an education student currently in university. I'm trying to finish my degree while coping with grief

The air was warm and unsettling. A juxtaposition of comfort and confusion. A normally dry, frigid temperature stings the face, but instead we are gifted with anomalous nature. Saturday nights are for magic

Rain beating down on the double pane window in my musty, empty apartment. It is peace among filth. It beats the static noise of the television I hear next door. I can overhear the noise that is slightly

Twisted, tired and tender. The world is tough and The heart surrendered Dreams of love, In a day of pain. Freedom is tough and Freedom sustain To find truth in the future All wounds- Slowly sutured.

Crawling for normalcy, such a cruel desire Come set me free, let me breathe your breath; For the heavens of love Can extend, such sweet depth Heart set a blaze. Longing for evenings of cherished memory:

The ocean breeze is crisp and pungent with, The aroma embedded in your soul. My heart pumps the blood of life Nature and love, can make you whole She walks in space, the unknown. A smile so bright while–

The dance of the senses is repetitive The brain fluttering like a moth to the light Again, again, again Each impulse fueled by unknown synapses Like robots speaking to you Insert card now please take your

My name is George. I am a 29 year old student who is trying to complete my bachelor of education to pursue my passion of education along with helping youth out in any which way. I am a very easy going