Days

Pondering, waiting, creating. Throughout my days I am constantly searching for an answer to boredom, it's so easy to simply move through the steps. The corners of my mind offer indefinite creations.

Possibilities

Each day I rise, I look to the east, and greet that new day with a feast of the eyes, yonder I see a sunrise made for just me, and maybe another. Have I found ye who was meant for me?

Wanderer

The strange man wanders the wastes searching for that which he may never find. The sun beats down upon his unclothed back and the sand is rough against his dry and cracked feet. His eyes have a dull tinge formed by years of disappointment and unfulfilled dreams. His fate has been foretold and it is burdened with hardships, and yet he trudges on forever searching for that which may make him whole yet again.

Monster

The worlds sincerity is naught but animosity shrouded by generosity coupled with irregularity. Instead lets have clarity and allow our posterity a chance for familiarity and possibly the world will become less of a monstrosity and instead join together in the verity that We've been a bunch of dicks...verily.

Tree of Society

Those that swing from the lowest branches are the most sturdy and numerous, the top of this tree may be prestigious but those that dwell there fear the slightest breeze. For they are those that put their position on this tree above all else without a thought or care as to that which supports them.

Astr-IN-omer

Thoughts pointed toward my limitless psyche, as a telescope that points to the dark reaches of space forever searching for the answers we seek.

Cold War

Thoughts encircling me of a dark nature, hope is lost when she leaves through the portal to my soul into the cold harsh world that offers nothing but hate and decay. I long to protect, and feel again, but naught is left but a cold shell of a man, waiting in vain for his furnace to crackle to life and offer him warmth. A cold breeze whistles by...through...surrounds me. Cold lonely voices speak in distant tongues all longing for their loves to return, do I fight? or do I lay back and join the masses of lost souls forever searching... I will fight. I will fight for that which makes me whole, I will fight for whom warms my soul, I will fight for the light at the end of this darkness, I will fight for those who choose to give up, I will fight...