I am no lean machine
of muses and daydreams,
for what a waste of effort
would cynics deem
my silent screams
if I so chose to fight the power? Continue reading
I am no lean machine
of muses and daydreams,
for what a waste of effort
would cynics deem
my silent screams
if I so chose to fight the power? Continue reading
Encourage me to avoid the enigmatic;
entice my curiosity toward the extraordinary.
Excuse me if I make excuses, for
emphatic am I to emerge
the essence of your élan vital.
Enable my strength. Encapsulate me,
whilst I embrace your energy.
Equal are we, entangled in
emotion.
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Decided to do a free style letter prompt today. I should have gone for more structure but I didn’t have the time to devote to it tonight. Hopefully tomorrow night will have more promising endeavors. Cheers all.
Well all, another year, more time to live. I suppose it’s the cliche thing more than the sincere thing to say I’ve made a few ‘resolutions,’ but is it fair to just give them another name? Objectives? Goals? Self-demands? Whatever you want to call them, I’ve made a few for myself; four to be exact. Continue reading
My sincerest apologies, my readers, that I have been so neglectful of my blog of late. Honestly, I have a few post ideas, the most prominent of which is a follow-up to my eulogy to empathy. Perhaps I can get my act together and work up that post tonight.
I’m on the cusp of something golden here.
You could say I’m phobic of the fall, and that is not merely reserved for the breeze-wobbled stairs up to the water slide. I shrink away from the railings on the second floor of the mall. I hugged the inner walls, eyes clamped tight, and counted my breathing while visiting the Eiffel Tower. I’ve had nightmares of falling forever into the Grand Canyon. And there are times when the cliffs are invisible, and my soul knows not how many more steps until the plunge; that moment of heart in throat, floating in nowhere, a flash of eternity before your bones become dust on the distant floor. Continue reading
…is to be happy again. Release the furrow of my brow, permanently relax my forehead, and smile. Remember how wonderful the feeling is to be right where I’m supposed to be. Continue reading
Okay kids, lets talk about evil for a minute.
I was trying to give my brain a break today, and jumped on Cracked.com for some comedy to sprinkle into my day. Browsing their newest articles, I came upon the 5 Popular Beliefs That Are Holding Humanity Back. You could imagine this kind of title would intrigue me, and so I went on a little read. I had to pause and go over #3 a few times, for the sheer, understandable sense of it all. Now Cracked always has pretty intelligent and well thought-out pieces, but this one struck me as particularly sensible. It reads “#3 That Evil Is Something We Can Kill.” Continue reading
It can never be done,
to reproduce the eyes of my love.
Done.
Finished.
Abandoned.
I’m left behind.
They tell me it’s for my own protection.
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