The Unspoken Hero
Living all alone
Longing for someone
to talk about coming home
Battlefields and Battlegrounds
Are in the back of his mind
Echoes of Gunfire
is all now a big sound
Refuge in the Wilde...
I wanna know the truth so take your mask off
I reckon you would choke
you are no longer used
you could catch back your soul
you could feel nude
and l can see the baby
that l want to nurture
you had to...
A breath. That’s how it started. I have been crawling through the sticky mud that is my life. All I’ve known is the damp. The cold. The unclean feeling of my mistakes. My disappointments. My pain. I w...
Sitting here I ponder the true wonder of a piece of art
With careful brushstrokes and precise movements, how does he know?
Without intended attempt he understands my soul, my thoughts, my world of con...
To my dearest fur babies.
You have souls and whether or not the world knows that. I know you do.
You have a place in my heart and every fur companion I've had has also had a place in my heart.
The journey of maturity
is not a trip you plan to make.
It starts with simple revelations
breaking fantasies. Now wide awake
you stumble into situations and scenarios
bizarre yet real that wait on you...
Deeper it seems not a single light that gleams.
At one point you feel so happy til the next day you can't breathe.
Surrounding yourself in fear with no one who is near.
Unsure of what life can bring y...
I have always been that strong person
The one that will always be there
The shoulder to cry on and the ear to listen
But what happens when your world starts to fall apart?
It seems like you can't keep...
Orange streams flowing to the right red-orange streams to the left nice and bright
a little bit of white to blend into the shadows becoming night
the yellow portrait of the woman holding the light
Hello, welcome, but most importantly enjoy.
Life is like a flowing river, sometimes it's clear and you know where to go. Sometimes it gets cloudy and you can't see the light anymore. That's life. Can ...
Your sense of your humour is getting to me
It’s like you feed off of our laughter
Like you can’t stand in a dull-dim room
Your constant search for spotlight is getting to me
It’s like you can’t blend ...
I remember you walking in my garden for the very first time. It was a Sunday afternoon, five minutes before the sun was to set and you looked at me, you just stopped and looked at me. You grabbed my h...
When the spirit has been broken and the world around becomes uneven is where the warrior will be found. Ground into the earth, body broken down. A force will take hold telling him to stand on hallowed...
The past won’t anchor me I will live out my dreams.
My hopes will blossom into blessings, believe in me.
Who will be walking with me? I wonder who will be by my side.
I’m trying to build a love that w...
Chasing new colts and chasing to train and trade.
Chasing the sorrels, the blacks, and the bays.
It don't matter the color as long as they got heart.
She knows if they'll give it to run, she's off to ...
The pain of my past has no business in the present. I can’t live with hope for the future if I can’t allow myself to let go of the past. Growing is the byproduct of shedding the hull of our former sel...
Frostbite starts from the tips of your toes and fingers and slowly spreads. Like blood through your veins it travels a beautiful path through the body, along the skin. The path it leaves behind is per...
A silent monster
Her eyes are hard,
But they are merely dams to the tears.
Is only to hide her trembling,
Her folded arms
They are not signs of anger
Or even s...