I don't think people really actually read these that often, but maybe I'm mistaken. Regardless, if you happen to stumble across this page please don't expect to find anything spectacular, overtly reflective, or even relevant. But do expect to find my musings about anything and a general struggle with using these funny things called words to convey my thoughts.
Let's start with a something easy. A poem written just now. Inspired by a book I read.
And she looks at him
With broken eyes
And she’s bleeding
Her hearts on the floor
Dashed and trampled
Under his stare
Cruel, merciless eyes
That see pain and hurt
And suffering
And remain barren
She pleads with him begs
Soundlessly
Searching for anything in those eyes
She’s dying slowly
And it is amazing how agonizing
And brutal and unfeeling
Nothing can be
