|I figured that this was a message worth sending to people. Life is incredibly difficult at times, but there is always hope, and there is always reason to carry on.|
Tears Never ShedI wish I could still cry. I think the last time I cried - really cried, not just had my eyes water - was several years ago; and it was out of anger and frustration, which is not the best type of crying, as I am sure we all know.Tears Never Shed by A-Wandering-Man
I would love to be able to cry out of sadness, or grief, or, best of all, happiness. To just turn on the waterworks; that industrious catharsis machine; and just let myself be immersed in emotion for a moment. But I haven't been able to do that for many years.
There's been a couple near misses; times where I could feel the emotion slip through my contrived defenses and touch an inexplicably and unexpectedly still-raw nerve. I've even had the tears begin to form, ever so tenuously, in the corners of my eyes. But then I blink, and they are gone, and they won't peek out again for months, and that's if I'm lucky.
If you can believe it, I've had fantasies about the tears filling my eyes to the brim, then spilling dramatically out of my eyelids and cascading down my
Lost to the Shrieking Winds of the MindSpark of life;Lost to the Shrieking Winds of the Mind by A-Wandering-Man
Extinguished too soon.
I Will StayAs I am walking, the raindrops fall upon meI Will Stay by A-Wandering-Man
And the wind tears at the leaves on the trees
A beautiful chaos swirls around me, a storm
Cold, fierce, and forceful, and yet I am warm.
A fire blazes in my heart, the centre of my being
A wilderness inside me, an abandon so freeing
That no gust or gale could weaken or weary me
Nor stifle the flames inspired by what I see.
Explosions of colour across the billowing of evening clouds
A vivid skyscape of oranges and pinks, aloft on the shroud
Of atmosphere that so thinly covers us, as we make our way
Through the vast darkness... For these wonders I will stay.
I clasped her hand in mine, and heard the slightest whisper
"Kiss me." said she, and so I leaned in and kissed her
Lightning struck behind my eyes, and in this exquisite bliss
Love welled up deep inside me, and nothing was amiss.
My mind reeled, and my eyes opened as if for the first time,
The ecstatic beauty of the cosmos spread before me, sublime
In my lucid perception, awakened by this p
A Whispered FuryA soft voice, rising from the cold groundA Whispered Fury by A-Wandering-Man
Cutting through the heavy veil of night
A whispered fury; a silent rage unbound
For grave injustice never set right.
A vigil held for those lost to hate and fear;
Your final vindication is drawing near
The time of rebellion will soon be here.
|Feel free to peruse my gallery... some old gems but mostly there's a general trend of improvement as time goes on, I feel. Mostly just poetry but there's some prose thrown in here and there. Hope you enjoy.|
Times now and long goneYour shadow is moving againTimes now and long gone by InTheStarryNightSky
flickering as if there were candlelight under your feet
but you don’t stand in fire
Your eyes are deep again
farther down than the Marina Trench
do you really want to know what’s below the depths of light?
Your tongue is stilled from languages
that never seem to come out right
a hundred thousand lifetimes and you still don’t have a name
The lightning of the stars has been calling you
supernovae explode, calling out for you
a comet has come to bring you back home
dust to dust they say, but what about water to ice?
Draw in your breath from a thousand lifetimes
and look up to find your way home.
|I don't favourite things often. If I've favourited something you've written, painted, drawn, photographed, etc., it means I like it a great deal.|
I'm a writer, not an artist! And a pretty damn good one! At least, I'd like to think so.|
I think too much, feel too much, and eat too much, and I don't think any of those things will ever change.
I love living, but it terrifies me. Odd, that. Suppose that's how it's supposed to be.
My best friend in the world is MissSoarrow, so be nice to her!
“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”
"Come, come, whoever you are; wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving; Ours is no caravan of despair; come, yet again, come"
― Rumi, Sufi poet