Here is my very first poem that, I, at the time, thought was remarkable: which, consequently led to me writing my first book of poetry "The Escape: Musings of the Underground".
See, I am adamantly insane; somehow, I am still O.K. with that.
I am so grateful for writing; I truly, truly believe it has kept me alive this long – without it my life would be utterly meaningless. It provides the spark…the fire present in my flashing eyes, rejuvenating and filling the over-encumbered yet empty spaces in my heart, mind, and soul. I am nothing but an … Continue reading Those Alive Don’t Understand
The leaves fell softly like dandelions floating in the wind; The crinkling sound under my feet unmatched except by the cackling of flame. Wintery winds gusted and pushed me back into remission As the warmth left my fingertips – as the frigid air Crept in, suddenly the addiction fleeted like a bad memory You blot … Continue reading Like a Dandelion in the Wind