Archive for the ‘Literature’ Category

People often call eyes the windows to the soul. But what exactly do we see when we gaze into the eyes of another?


A mess of gorgeous chaos


Eyes are the windows to the soul
Throughout my life I’ve been told
To see into anothers heart
Eyes are the place to start


Through these windows the truth lies
Emotionally nothing hides
Clear for all too recognize
Displayed to the world in ones eyes


Evident are anger, lust and surprise
Fear, truth, lust, hope and despise
Happiness, sorrow, and confusion
Inside familiar eyes there is no illusion

To gaze deeply is an intense moment
For the eyes are a intimate component
Although prominent noticed by all
Often the feature hardest to recall


Empty soul

Posted: May 16, 2015 in Art, Literature, Moon, Photography, Poetry, Poets, Solemn, Women

Looking at my hands stained with lies
I can’t talk with these blurred lines
Don’t know the answer
What to do what to feel
I’m crying and I cannot stop
I look towards the sky
Searching for an answer
I want to be free of this life this lie
I just want to be myself…by myself


Everyday I shed a tear for the life I need but will never have.

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  “There was a reason 
she was so romantic about the moon. 
It never asked her questions or begged for the answers, 
nor did she have to prove herself to it. 
It was always just there,
breathing, shining, 

and in ways most humans can’t understand: 

listening. “

Christopher Poindexter 

I look at the reflection in the water
and see what i have become
a shadow of what I once was
A man who has lost his way
The warrior who was strong and proud
Is now gone and I see my true soul


I need the knowledge and wisdom
To find the inner peace
to walk the path as a warrior once more so I can lead and protect
And see what i am truly meant to be

I look to the sky for inspiration to gain the heart and courage to feel that barbarian spirit so that one day I can enter Valhalla holding my sword with pride.

  I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. 

– Edgar Allan Poe, The Black Cat


Posted: April 13, 2015 in Art, Literature, Photography, Poetry

The windows eye holds the chalice of the soul.


Love/Friendship is many things
It is beautiful like the dawn of swans
It can also be hard like a shield on which the arrows of uncertainty beat in vain.





Posted: April 2, 2015 in Art, Drawing, Literature, Mythology, Photography, Poetry

I can’t understand this pain I’m feeling. Time has been spent so I find a reason to run away.
Sometimes I feel like I can’t wake and I
Struggle to breathe.
I wanna let go, so I can feel again.
I wanted to see if I can let go and feel again.


Anxiety awaits

Posted: April 1, 2015 in Art, Literature, Mythology, Poetry

Feeling trapped, feeling so low
Feeling trapped, losing my soul
Like to fly away
But my wings have been torn
Trapped in a hole, I can see the sun
Can’t reach the light trying to call
But it’s burned my tongue of taste
Kicking myself in the teeth
Can’t speak anymore of the feelings I store beneath.