Unfather’s Day

Today, I don’t want to exist.Tomorrow is fine, but not today.Today, I don’t deserve anything. I hate the happiness, I hate the gift ideas.I hate the attempts to cheer me up from friends and family.I hate cards, I… Read More

A Shade of Ash # 7 – Son of a Birch

Hey everybody, Hope you’re having an awesome day! Every picture tells a story or is a key to one. – Ash Whenever I see a pile of wood by the side of the road or in someone’s front… Read More

Unbroken

Dead of winteras the winds howlI’m still out there searching for youfootprints quickly coverforgetting how far I’ve comemy hands, no longer feelmy breath, stolenmy eyes, blinded by this stormmy heart, almost emptymy will…unbroken

PublAshed

Hey all, I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked… Read More

Journal Entry # 174 – Don’t Let Your Heart Run on Empty

When you find something that makes you happy, continue to surround yourself with it. Miss it and want more of it. Allow it to imprint on your heart and keep giving your soul what it longs for. –… Read More

Ash To Dust

i look, turn around, and see your facethen, it falls away like dustlike a living dreamnot even yours in the first placeso, I keep walking along staring at the groundtrying harder to recall what’s left of the vision… Read More

My Heart in a Bottle

Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m driftingfurther and further from your beautiful shore, I floatmy body breaking against violent waveswhich pull me far far from the horizonalone, I wade, no one around to hear mefor the longest… Read More

Journal Entry # 166 – It’s Lonely Behind A Mask

You deserve to rest. Even if only for a moment. Put down the weight you’re carrying. Let go of the need to keep it all together. Take off your warrior mask. For this moment, now … just breathe…. Read More

Just a Monday Moment

Admiring you from afar is like staring at the stars; beautiful to look at, yet too hard to reach.

A Heart to Live, Not to Love

Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling meLike it’s trying to feel something it once did beforeThough, if I allow myself to give in to its longingI’ll go and break it even more