Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Our history is littered with Kings and Tyrants. Those who thought to rule us. Always with the sword or false promises.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
The room is quiet but for the clock, ticking away small slices of my life. Clicking continually with gears and springs
Breathe in the dust of the dead, blowing endlessly through the empty streets. Long rows of useless cars rusted to heaps barely recognizable to those
Stretched between here and eternity rests my brief existence. Completely unnoticed by the cosmos. Of what consequence does my breathing exert?
I have a whimsy bouncing around inside my head. Its a gnat of an idea, bothersome......almost, in it’s ability to distract me.
Is it possible with intention to transform myself? To possibly recreate my entire reality. A reboot of the most extreme nature,
Shadows of the past surround me. Casting their darkness upon me. Throwing a pall of quiet desperation across my
Of this I am certain I am not perfect, not nearly so. I suffer from the human condition. Born as we all are without most of my imperfections,
It was a cool sunny day, one of those days that only early fall can provide, I walked. In an ancient town in an older countryside.
Our thoughts like reflections on water are easily disturbed. A gentle breeze across the surface of a lake and the image disappears.
Sometimes I wish I was oblivious, totally clueless. Walking through my life unawares. Caring not for anything other than, what’s next.
Hate, such an ugly word. Usually preceded by the word “I” I’ve used this word, “I hate shrimp” for example.
