Scarecrow

They’re going to kill me she said, And she didn’t mean the scarecrows. She told me all about it as we sat discussing, Her pain, Her strife, Her woes. She told me of her heart and its icy metal core, Spoke of how she wished she had the strength to let it thaw. And as…

Wordless Silence

There is a sort of poetry to silence, when all of life has come to a tranquil halt and we are left with only our own contemplations for company. We never truly experience silence in a natural sense however, as no matter how much we prepare our surroundings the bustle of life still occurs around…

Within Ourselves

There seems to me that we experience a strange kind of revolution when we progress through our 20s; it feels as if we go from a point of naivety in which we feel the world is golden beneath our feet into a sort of organisational purgatory. A place where the ground we walk upon is…

All That We Can Share

The connections that we weave between ourselves and others can never be broken; they may twist and warp with distance and time, however we remain forever tied to those we have interacted on any level with. It does not matter if that interaction was a simple smile or an intimate conversation. We carry fragments of…

The Mirrors of a Deeper Cosmos

There is an invasive side to human nature, a side which can be seen as a forcing of your principles onto another; yet it could also be construed as a person misunderstanding the intention of love. It seems to be crafted into our human makeup to pass judgement upon another if they do not act…