He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
Wings Unfurled
Silence of the Beeps: I Survived the Beepocalypse™ and All I Got Was This Poem
For days on end, the beeping cried, A phantom wail that never died. Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs, I questioned life. I questioned why.
What Dreams May Grow
My family from a distant shore Lost in the second world war. Entire families lost and erased I cannot imagine the horror they faced.
Echoes of an Awakening
Eerie whispers, spectral signs Echo through my tangled mind. A chilling sigh out of tune, Haunting melodies entwined.
The Light Within
Awakened to a world I no longer recognize Where truths unravel, Cloaked in veils of lies.
With Arms Wide Open
Most days my thoughts feel like a mess. It does not make me any better nor any less. A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor, Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.
Lost in Thoughts of Beer and Sweatpants
Lost in thoughts of what could have been As I write it down with my worn out pen. So many thoughts, so much endured My time of rest is not assured.
Dagaz and the Magician
My tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
Tapestry of Light
I spoke, but the wind exhaled my words away whispering them to the leaves instead.
From Sorrow’s Depths
A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
my letters from beyond the fire 