The Void: A place between adventures, hope, and new ideas

The Void

I hate “THE VOID”. You know, that place in-between goals, adventures, and dreams. The place where all one can do is exist and wait for their brain to decipher the puzzle and find a new direction. What do I hate most about The Void? Well there is a certain chance that while I am in this dark…

A post about being happy

What About Happy?

It’s easy to talk about pain. There’s a great deal of entertainment in it. Poems blossom from deep struggle and confusion, and no great story is without obstacles. Yes, pain is an artist’s best friend. But what happens when we’re happy?  What do we write about then?  I find myself in a particularly upbeat state at the…

Maybe... a poem

Maybe…

Stomach grinding, turning in on itself. Hope rising, only to be shut down again. I want to believe… I want to think I am invisible and fearless. I want to forget the pain that’s made me bitter. My heart is slow to begin again. My brain is sure I’m delusional. Secretly, I

Did you think you could take me down? - A Poem

I Know It Too

There’s a place between sanity and fear that exists only to taunt me. It brings me to my knees and asks me the questions I don’t have answers to. My pride is standing, trying not to flee, but it’s failing in the end.  A mess of a person in it’s wake. It’s so much easier to taunt…