#theroad
from a life of wandering
an internal clock tick-tock
whispers
the old road is calling
its winter deserts of stars
and loneliness
the cold north coast
valleys of rivers and wildflowers
mountain peaks that line the heavens
but i will not go
a new road calls and whispers
this way
into seasons of forgetting
where i am
and where i’ve been
from a life of wandering
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC
I hope it's okay if I give up on you, my son,
We picked a quite good spot. I don't mean
To burden you with my death - still, it hasn't come,
And staying up all night for a knock on the door
Is bad for you, and you are still a growing boy.
You need all the sleep you could get, Go. Go to rest,
My child. When you wake up, I'll still be here
For you to talk to, so long as you do. Goodbye,
You know how much I loved you.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
you’ve walked this road for so long
you’re head strong, but your will’s weak
your knees begin to buckle
and you back starts to ache
the beginning is so far behind you
but death stands right beside your feet
please, just take another step
put your hand right here, for me
do you feel the heartbeat in your chest?
it means you’ve still got fight in you
so long as it still beats
the mountains tower above you
and anxiety lies within
depression fills the rain clouds
and you think back to where you’ve been
the sunny, grassy meadows
the forests, green and lush with life
now all you know is suffering
pain and sacrifice
but remember you are stronger
you’re the titan of this earth
and the world that wants to **** you
is the same one that gave you birth
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
I chose.
And still choose.
Where my next step will land
Or fall..
Asunder
Torn
Eviscerated
Stiched.
With the same tools.
Of the same hand.
Of two minds.
Of canvas like attributes.
....
I will be strong.
You will be quiet.
I will drag us back through hell.
You will listen.
I. Am.
Wholely tainted.
With views askew.
While I truly never knew.
When these eyes switched and feinted
Took the wheel.
Battered the interior and exterior.
Threw away all in his reach to feel.
Berating and beating i the inferior.
.
..
...
And now
With eyes of black and brown.
Do they see.
Witness
Hole.
Whole.
A future.
Distant and cloudy.
But right.
There.
This well only knew the depths of dry darkness.
Yet a fountain springs fourth.
For the sun never felt so warm.
Filling my being.
Eyes refocused.
The black gate still lie somewhere beyond.
We nod to each other.
This journey.
This quest.
This.
Isn't.
Over.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
As I took a fresh breath,
I realized for how long I’d been holding.
I understood I’d gone into stealth,
Immersed in the depth of thinking,
Influenced by emotion, memories;
A glimpse of the future possibilities.
My chest had tensed and tightened.
I felt some kind of unusual pain.
My senses had intensely heightened,
By the idea of losing all I’d gained.
My stomach had been churning,
Digesting how I’d been hallucinating.
I’d heard that we as humans,
Never stop wanting.
How distinctively we stand in unison,
From other creatures wandering!
The reality we know of and imagine,
Shows how wild our minds run during famine.
As I test my tolerance of turmoil,
I also test my strength in giving;
In being so far from my mother’s soil,
Knowing what fuels my living and loving,
Will connect all the roads I now roam,
To just the one that leads me straight home.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
We must carry on the fire.
We must be the good guys.
We must do what is required.
We must help our allies.
In the destroyed world we live in,
We must pursue the dream.
We must fight on so we can win,
Because we are a team.
My mother couldn’t live like this,
She walked out long ago.
I don’t blame her; this is not bliss.
I will still fight on though.
We must carry on the fire.
We must be the good guys.
We must do what is required.
We must help our allies.
I once came across a cellar,
Those inside were to die.
What happened there was not stellar.
They were meals for bad guys.
We had to leave those people there,
When the bad men came home.
I put them all into my prayer.
The bad guys did not roam.
We must carry on the fire.
We must be the good guys.
We must do what is required.
We must help our allies.
We will remake America,
From what my father said.
We will end this hysteria.
Goodness we will help spread.
We were heading towards the ocean.
I never asked him why.
I tried not to show emotions.
We walked with a gray sky.
We must carry on the fire.
We must be the good guys.
We must do what is required.
We must help our allies.
Father speaks of a different place,
One that was before me.
A world that left without a trace.
This thought doesn’t have glee.
Although now my father is gone,
I could not go with him,
He said I had to carry on,
So the flame is not dim.
We must carry on the fire.
We must be the good guys.
We must do what is required.
We must help our allies.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC