No One Cares About Superman

I’ve saved the day… so many
with a cape that’s now tattered and torn
bullets are starting to pierce me
with an ego that is badly worn

I do not wear any more disguises
for there’s no glory I ever sought to claim
people still pass on by me
and take no notice of this hero’s pain

go on and send up your beacon
these wounds are barely healed
from the kryptonite of being forgotten
a power that strongly wields

no one cares about Superman
does he hurt, bleed, or even cry
only, until one day needs saving
and he no longer wants to fly

Journal Entry # 113 – Belief in Yourself!

black and white mountain over yellow white and blue sky

Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Dark Fantasy

white and black moon with black skies and body of water photography during night time

Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.

Journal Entry # 111 – Keep On Going

cascade creek daylight environment

Don’t ever give up, keep on moving forward. Even the smallest trickle of water can carve the hardest of stone. Not because it has all the power and control to do so, no, it’s because of its perseverance. – Ash

Journal Entry # 110 – Climb Your Vision

brown bird flying near mountain

We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. – Orison Swett Marden

Journal Entry # 109 – We Must Walk the Path

alone autumn mood forest cold countryside

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. – Buddha

Whispers From You

town next to body of water

A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.

Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.

Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.

Let’s Talk, Let’s Listen

Today in Canada, it’s Bell Let’s Talk, a mental health awareness day where we take to social media and show our support for those who suffer from various mental health issues. It’s a way of starting that conversation. As you all may or may not be aware, I suffer from general anxiety disorder and depression, it’s been the case for most of my life. I remember being very young when I first started to feel the feelings that I do. It was a time where I had no idea what was happening, I was confused, scared, and thought there was something wrong with me. As I grew into a teenager, the feelings and thoughts I was having intensified and got worst. It was hard, it was even harder trying to mask it from everyone, something I know now in this stage of my life I shouldn’t have done. Although, I am still guilty of it from time to time. Continue reading “Let’s Talk, Let’s Listen” →

Come To Me Again

If my trial has ended,
why do your stones still lay at my feet?
My deepest wounds will never heal until their forgotten.
No, always they fester, they ache,
like my broken heart which is bled to near death,
over and over, as I lay in this cold dark place alone.
I had to run from the pitchforks and torches.
Chased away, like a monster…
who once held the hand of a princess.
I still look for her in the moon,
wish for her in my dreams.
Come to me again my love in pardon,
or come to finish me off instead.

I Can Tell its Home!

black and white hand raining

grant me that yesterday tomorrow
I want to run again in November rain
taste once more, those raindrops
pinch me because I’m alive

let me feel it to the bone
that day…
I wore the fog home

seagulls bicker
over drenched catch laid in blood
but that day, no matter
t’was Mother Nature’s chore
all backdrops to my soul

my lungs, they catch up
though heartbeats have no pace
one listen to the ocean
one breath to the shore
I can tell it’s home