Upon the Soul

I know the chill,
Skin and cold steel,
Yet colder still,
The pain I now feel…

Obsidian

Here the dark hangs like ancient tapestries,
The dank rot of old woven wishes,
Fill nostrils with a stench of onyx air.

Upon the Soul

I know the chill,
Skin and cold steel,
Yet colder still,
The pain I now feel…

Obsidian

Here the dark hangs like ancient tapestries,
The dank rot of old woven wishes,
Fill nostrils with a stench of onyx air.

So Cold

Freeing the heart to find nothing of its savior remaining but a flash of light.

The Wee Hours

It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!