Prisoner — Of my own mind Banished to the black gorge Where dubious whispers And anxious fears Crawl the looming shadows Breathing hot against my neck Weighing my shoulders like lead And these clouded sockets— Tired and glazed Cannot see beyond the grey Fractured Disillusioned By the madness Blind to the guiding light Of radiant… Continue reading Prisoner

Fiction, My Writing

The Pearl

It was almost elusive to her: the pearl clutched in her palm. It was like a tangible manifestation of the hopes and dreams held close to her heart. Attainable and within reach; though her wishes weren’t as dainty nor as small. To those around her, friends and family alike, her dreams were far-fetched and laughable.… Continue reading The Pearl


Unwilling to Die

Rust collects within crevices Of these dried bones Striped with rotting sinews That have mostly forgotten The familiar mechanics Of wrapping around a pen Consumed by adrenaline The rush of creative flow Peppering through veins Enlivening still marrow To the mind’s spontaneous wiles But now these bones lay Frozen in a curled pose Of that… Continue reading Unwilling to Die


Heart of Nature

Could this rain know greed? Though apathetic with its Monotone voice That never changes Despite its lilting intensity When its frigid teeth Bite into our flesh Gnawing and tearing At the earth with an Almost carnivorous intensity Unrelenting ‘Til its bosom heaves On a satisfied breath Is it greed? Perhaps the sins Thought to have… Continue reading Heart of Nature


Museum – Weekend Writing Prompt #122

There was an old museum set for demolition in a few days. But no-one cared for the history preserved inside. Some thought it should’ve been destroyed a long time ago for its preservation of faces from a generation lost and forgotten to time. It was nothing like viewing the preserved skin and bones of animals.… Continue reading Museum – Weekend Writing Prompt #122


Vintage – Weekend Writing Prompt #120

She was an old soul tossed through a cacophony of shallow voices. A vintage heart lost in the blur of transient faces. I wish the word count was a bit more for this one. Vintage is such a beautiful word; it's like popping open a champagne bottle and ideas just froth and bubble in eager… Continue reading Vintage – Weekend Writing Prompt #120


Tinker – Weekend Writing Prompt #119

There were some people who couldn’t leave others alone. Julius had a natural curiosity towards people; he’d wave and smile at them. Strike up random conversations with an enviable disarming prowess that eased any doubt. He tinkered with the trappings that kept them in their shells and drew them out. Naturally, he was popular. But… Continue reading Tinker – Weekend Writing Prompt #119