I write each measure with care, each note a little piece, of the picture that I'd like to share, with each chord passing through, as if lofty upon the air. Yet sometimes that air is heavy, each breath of sound is strained, each song is choked out of me, until not a single one remains. I write each formula with care, plugging in all the codes, Of the magic I'd like to share , with each element passing by, part of something rare. Yet sometimes I question myself, I ask if this tapestry is something I can truly sew, I say although I have the want, do I really have the know? I read each page with care, every sentence to its spot, Making the

First of all, I think that Hillary will win the presidency. No, I don't mean that I support her. I am suspending my bias to tell my honest prediction. Why will she win? Because she is electable to the electorate. She may not be as popular in the general election, but she is far more likely to get electoral votes than Trump, who I believe will get the Republican nomination. Whether or not Kasich won Ohio, Trump will get the Republican nomination. Why? Because Trump is doing a hell of a job making sure he wins by plurality. Winning by plurality means that you win an election without gaining over half of the total votes. Trump has split the Re

If all the pieces of you made a mirror, what would there be? Could anybody see a perfect reflection? Perhaps the face would be distorted, the arms and legs warped. You might seem older, or younger, if so others could envy. For some of us pieces would be missing, an eye there, the face empty. Some would be afraid to look, their reflection resemble nothing human. Some would lose sight, would leave without a word, others could spend years looking at what they truly are, mourning, praying, hurting. I fear not many of us would find satisfaction from such an object. But all who look to it must remember this: you will only ever see what you allow yo

I have lost myself, i am not myself. I keep searching, pressing on in an endless void. Void of myself. I am a shell, a husk, a frame. I am now only satisfied by cheapening things, unimportant things. I cannot find my way back to where i was before, back out of the void. Sometimes I wish someone who could hear me, someone who could reach out and reunite me with who I was, but the only words that escape are "im fine", "no, im okay". How long must i lament in my nothingness, must i suffer. How long must i turn inwardly, be selfish towards others, never able to show my real face? Sometimes the void answers me, and its voice echoes across the dist

Those who fancy themselves as wise men understand little, those who fancy themselves as players are but pawns, and those who gloat in their wealth are truly the poorest of all.

Those who fancy themselves as wise men understand little, those who fancy themselves as players are but pawns, and those who gloat in their wealth are truly the poorest of all.

The Sun crawls it's way up the April sky. It's barely past sunrise, but I can still sense the morning's earliest rays heating the fine dew. Mist hangs aloft on still leaves, spider webs hang shiny silver coattails. A long breeze sifts through the dense air. Now, soft light pears out from the leaves, but by noon, harsh and heavy sun will beat down on the ground. Stray clouds roll down from the mountains, oblivious to what's below. the dampness carries its own scent, and produces it's own hues ok the canopy. Most birds are silent, acting as watchmen in the safety of the trees, while other creatures drift forth from easeful slumber. It is a c

I fall through when people pretend I'm not there I fall through to a place called nowhere I fall through to a place where noone else can adhere. Where I am not heard, but someone listens Where I do not talk, but my words and thoughts are presented Where eyes cannot follow, but my existance in known Where i do not scream, but my pain is clear Where I do not touch, but I can feel more than what is known. And then I resurface, and try to find a something that can turn this nowhere into now and here.