January 2012
3 posts
Essence
It is often said that many people change over their lives from innocent youths into strange, violent, psychopathic individuals. This process makes this person stand out from the rest to be a victim of society, cursed to behave in a certain way.
As one of my favourite fictional characters Eric Draven once said, “Victims, aren’t we all”. In that one line, he spoke of the fact that...
Paths
I’m waiting, waiting on the side of the road
You all see me there, good old reliable me
Good for chat, good for a giggle, good for spending waking moments with
Good times for all
I’ll admit, I enjoy the company
Lonely times can indeed be the hardest to endure
It makes me happy to have such dedicated eyes looking my way
Never judging, but listening intently to words I long to...
Winter Fall
Oh, how the winter nights fall,
Swiftly and without delay,
She, who sees me, content in all
I smile and she runs away,
Stop I shout, not wanting her to leave
But still she runs, unrelenting in her escape
My feet begin to ache, her pace not easily achieved
Soon she is gone, and I beaten down by fate
Grasping at the scene, her trail now fading
Why must you leave? My soul, it’s heart,...