Verse

Posted here will be a chronicle of various compositions.

While mainly poems, you will also find other cherished knick-knacks. Feedback of any sort is wholeheartedly appreciated. Reach out with anything at all.

I do hope you enjoy.

Soundtrack of the day

on a film I hope to see before I die.

the daily.

on my notebook.

on the structuring of society

Lost at C

this world in which it was beautiful 

to simply endure the tortures of existing, 

there were those too marred with joy

to contain their smiles, painting days gone by

in the fog on the window. 

So there he lay, melting,

caught in the sweetness of impermanence,  

adrift, in her eyes.

this shell, this shadow of what truly is there to be interpreted

what a waste
of love, of life
spent toiling in the depths
lost in righteousness
runnning amuck, running astray
by way of comformance