poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Little puppet on a string, they can make you do anything. They can make you dance, puppet, dance. They can seduce you into a trance. Sweet puppet, they will make you weak. They will make you cry. They'll make you do; they'll make you feel anything, anything, as they please. Whatever they want… Continue reading The Nightmare of R E A L I T Y
You probably don't understand me. You probably never will. I can tell you that my brain is scattered and to the brim it is filled with madness. My mind is never the same. I'm constantly changing. Forever. I can tell you that I'm a writer. I'm a poet. I know it. I can tell you… Continue reading It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)
"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
And while she gazes upon the night sky, Her mind unwinds, And her soul takes flight Towards the stars. She lets go And then she's gone. Back to the place Where it all began; Back to the place Her being belongs.
Come here. Take my hand. Let's dance for awhile. Hold me tight with all your might and maybe... I'll stand closer. Hold me tighter... like our life depends on it, like the air in our lungs depends on it. Wrap your fingers around mine. I don't care how tired I am anymore. Take my hand. Let's… Continue reading May I Have This Dance, My Demon?
Unraveling my soul 