Today is a day where my mind wonders and ponders the truth we've left asunder As adults, we still play the same games we've played since we were younger. I know life is short, your strings pull taut, times

Who can understand the thoughts of a filtered mind, Deep in it's grooves lie granules of grief, Who will make the time to sift through and find, The calloused, wretched stones of disbelief. What now can

I’ve been talking a big talk for years and I’ve missed out on the joy of progress that results from actually taking action. Most of my apathy can be attributed to the fact that I never physically jotted

I've been wrestling with this question for a few months now and so far, I'm unable to come up with a concrete answer. From what I've gathered, the artistic prose has always seemed to gain its value through

Im a broken man with twisted dreams I've seen near, far, and in between..... and honestly? ....Nothing satisfies. I've climbed mountains, hills and mango trees, crawled through thick cold mud and thin