poetry
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Words of a Nihilist: am I ok with being discontent forever?
I’ve always noticed my perception has been tainted with a subtle hint of nihilism since I discovered God. God, in It’s own, absolutely can be a reason for living and honestly may only be my own. However, God again is the definition of nihilism; a bunch of everything everywhere at…
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Take me to a place
Where no one knows my name but the girl who takes my checkone where I don’t speak the language, and they don’t speak mine but a bitI’d drink in lonely ramen shops and write stories of what wassee spirits in the night roaming empty corners, roads and pubsTake me far…
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While I wait for the world to keep spinning
I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To only find the things that count. I wonder how my life will play out as I write//erase//rewrite//every word written. Where’s the music I crave? I…
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The Dance of Litha – a witch’s call of solstice
Something has been in the air; a call I’ve been hearing. It’s no wonder summer is here. I have no doubt now what’s in my blood; my ancestry. Oracles of all types have been speaking about it. 11:44 My ancestors of lore; hung and burned at the stake. It’s in…
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Why do I fight so hard?
Against the tide of strong river currents, I fight with the will of God. Why? Aimless passion, love, strong heartedness; never backing down. I fight for a life and future that I talk to Her about every day. I fight for what I’ve learned to be motivation, purpose, and ambition.…