Youth of today

Is this what the media mean? That the youth of today feel too deep That we are simple hormonal How can we be dismissed like this We are no longer children Young yes But children insinutates we are immature Or...

Perception

Perception is only as far as the eye can see So then what is reality? Is it what my ears can hear? Or my eyes can see? What the hell is reality? How can you tell when you’re always dumb, Always numb? How can you tell what’s...

I Think

I think, No dream, Of a day when everyone on earth is gone. Just me. All alone to think deep thoughts, take deep breaths. Realize that the silence is my friend Like a kind of superhero. Fighting off his arch-enemy, all the...

Funny (but not haha funny) how life can be

It is dark; dark and raining. The rain has turned the path to mud, except where the scree has become soaked and slippery. She sees little through the rain on her glasses. The path switches back tightly before turning mostly vertical. She inches along...

A trifle, a dream, a snippet

There is the press of the crowd, and the noise; the cool fall air and autumnal smells of bonfires and fresh-tilled earth. She is in the crowd, but not of it. She is not above it; she never feels above it, just removed from it. She presses the crowd...