The Nightly Feed
There are those lucky folk who carry their sins for themselves, and only themselves. It is these folk who are blessed, for they merely have their own ills and evils to bear before they may pass into the beyond. I am not so lucky. My name is Tembo. I...
Restless Winds.
Worn and tired he falls asleep, wolf left to his thoughts.
My World, Our World, One World, Small World
For my friends, A place where one's purpose lies in that which is immediately obvious. Where the highest office one could hope to achieve is that of a good friend, a lover, a mother, a father. Where there is and has never been a legitimate reason...
Poem #19: Yo Pense (I Thought)
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Poem #11: Words
_Words_ What are words Written across the page? What emotions Are written into these words? Why now At this moment in time Do we choose to write? What inspires? What makes us know See, feel, understand, To write words? Words Must they be...
Reflections
The feedback on Salazzle Dazzle has been stellar thus far, and... honestly, it's restored a lot of my faith in my own writing. Depression is an insidious curse; among other things, having done its damnedest to convince me my writing was amateurish...
A New State - medium poem
A hated place, full of misery and doubt, Hated by one and hated by more, Loved by the blind, the dumb, the fake, This is where I make my temporary nest. It's where I tried ending, where I found anew, Love and life, hope and beauty. Looking...
my thoughts for the day
I think sometimes that were not really here. what if were all someone elses thoughts? am i the only person that truly exists and everyone else is a figment of my imagination? am i even real? do i exist? what are feelings? emotions? thoughts?
Unnamed #1
Among the eternal depths, Deep below the seen, There is the unseen, The ever active labyrinth. Of the mind and soul, Ever changing, never the same. It can play tricks and games, Ever close to losing control. The mind is a powerhouse, An...
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm has always been an experience I enjoy. Using it to clear my mind of all the worries and frustrations that had built up over time. Doing so I have always felt at peace with the world and myself at these...
Were-the...
Organizing memories lost among foggy thoughts & sensations i look back to see how lost to expect the future generations time a delusion, a must, a dream never to be woken i settle into the moment content, knowing what may
Tired
Tired copyright pyrin1701 just some thoughts about life, the universe any everything, and how pointless love is. why should i care? everywhere i look, i see people being selfish. i see people getting what they want.