

The Next FootstepThe Next Footstep
Each footstep takes me farther from (brings me closer to) things I love.
Each sunset (sunrise) casts my shadow &n


Raven RiddenA raven rides my shoulders, talons sunk deep into my flesh. The weight of this giant bears me down.Raven Ridden
My back has been clawed out, hollowed by the beast. Ribs broken, lungs removed, Salt packed where once my heart was.
Its hunger calls it forward, dragging me with it, Harsh caW echoing in my ears.
No longer can I tell which of us is the shadow of the other, this raven and I.


MomentumMomentum. Makes it hard to stop.Momentum
An astronaut, stalwart hero, Stands in the hatch. Pushes away. Now he floats... unchecked. Changing his mind can not stop him. Flailing, kicking, screaming have no effect. Nothing to hit. Nothing to grab. Up feels like down And the world has become a distant place. One that will consume you if you return Like this.


The Backward PathWeary blades bowed from the weight of Wet diamonds that dusted the lawn, Each facet facing heavenward Mirroring the grey of the newborn morn.The Backward Path
A line of tracks told the story Of an early adventurer up with the dawn Where the dew lay disturbed in the shape of Figure eights grown fat in the middle.
"Here's a fine fellow," I thought, "Though backwards walking, his footprints lead to My own door. Dare I say I must have missed him on my way out."


Message HomeI thought of you as America rolled by outside the window. I considered how,Message Home
when Ive returned to you, I can show you how this vanished
moment unfolded, how at last I knew
that, at last, this truly was
the New World that surrounded me.
Imagine that, as the track turned, there was suddenly before you a giant among rivers, broad-backed, swollen and majestic already, although its journey to the ocean has hardly begun, a thousand miles separate it still from the measureless sea
into which, ultimately, it flows.
The heavy sky of
Sky Canvas
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Hello world! I love you.
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If you let them make you,
they'll make you paper mache.
But if you really want to live,
why not try and make yourself?
MAKE YOURSELF.
as a sidenote... I only write what I know, because I can't get enough emotion out of what I don't. but if I didn't go through all of those emotions, I'd have nothing to write about. so maybe it's worth it
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leaving you to wonder
I highly recommend these works.
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~The Gypsy (v1)
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leaving you to wonder
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~The Gypsy (v1)
Thank you so so much <3
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The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you.
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Thank you for the
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Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
(and I think the first one is a pretty good formula to follow...
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leaving you to wonder
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