A Poem for your Sunday

It has been a terribly long time since I’ve posted anything on here… but, I’ve been busy, and definitely have a lot to recount. So, hopefully I’ll become more active on all my social sites. (It’s not something that’s ever been my strong suit in the past)

In the meantime, have some of the first writing I’ve done in a bit. If I’m lucky, this will be the start of more creativity to come.


Forlorn and foreign
the depths of my soul.
So icy and black
it could be called home.

Treacherous aisles
and empty halls.
Windowless rooms
and smashed wooden doors.

A silent reflection
of the life I’ve lived

The pain I hide

lost behind cold smiles
and wicked ways

Redeem me if you wish
but just let me say

I’ve already had my time.
My day.

And nothing can replace
What was so viciously
Torn away.




Gosh dang.

I do believe that I’ve already mentioned once or twice just how terrible I’ve been with keeping this updated. As I writer I feel like I’m failing myself. But, I promise that I will try to get better at this as time goes on – this is, after all, my first blog – especially once my first novel comes out in print.

Which, by the way, though I haven’t said a ton about that as of late, I am still working on. There’s not much to be said on that front – save for the post about my printed test copy that I keep promising. If I could quit feeling like crud for a day, I might get something done. Save for that, I have actually found the time – and lost a good amount of the fear I had been harboring – to add a number of additional chapters to my second novel. A few more chapters to get me to a certain point in the storyline and I will fall back to the first novel and work on that edit and rewrite, hopefully until I have a final product, ready to introduce to the world.

Even with simple writing aside, there’s so much that I could be writing in here. I have a number of craft projects in the wings that I’m also trying to find the time for and can’t wait to not only begin but to see where they take me. Ren Fest is approaching again, and also a few other topics I would like to bridge.

However, the point of this post runs along the same lines as the last.

Despite having another day of pain wanting to bring me down, once again, it makes for some good writing. I was prompted to write another poem on the subject of pain, and though I very rarely think my poetry through – as I probably should – I think it’s quite good. My poetry generally just comes to me in a block of words and I put it to the page as it comes to me. Afterwords, I rarely edit. So, I guess you could call it raw poetry.

I posted this earlier over on my DeviantArt page and, for me, the response has been something I hadn’t expected. I don’t have a large following so I rarely get comments or likes on there, yet I continue to post. So far, I’ve had 9 separate groups on there request to put my poem in their gallery. My body may be hurting today, but right now, I’m honestly feeling quite special.

So, without further ado, and for your reading pleasure, here’s my most recent poem (Who knows, maybe someday, down the road, I might publish a book of poetry as well):



Pain, ebbs and flows
Like the calm, yet raging tides of the sea.
Its moods unknown.

Contrary to beliefs:
Time does not heal,
Nor does it lessen it’s pull.

The years only allow us to adjust
To ultimately decide how much of our lives
we will give over to its deep and enduring emptiness.

It fogs our minds,
and dulls our senses.
Brings us to our knees,
and interrupts our days.

Without warning.
No time to prepare.
Or to change our plans.
To adjust.

Yet, as fierce of an adversary as it may prove to be,
Only we can give it the true power to effect our lives.

For better, or for worse.
It is a part of us

The sooner we accept that,
The sooner we can walk the path to overcome.

The lures of darkness are hypnotic,
but not as much as the brightness that lingers just beyond its reach.

My Muse’s Name is Pain

Seriously, I need to start making it a point to at least post on here at least once a month. I just get busy and forgetful. Hopefully, soon, I will be more on top of things here and have more to post in the first place. Though, I keep forgetting that this blog isn’t necessarily strictly for my writing. It’s for all my artistic endeavors.

That being said, this is going to be a short post for me.

I sneezed yesterday and jacked up my neck… go figure. It really doesn’t take much, does it.

Unfortunately, it seems that pain is a creative outlet. Within half an hour of jacking my neck, I wrote a poem. What is with that?

Though, to be honest, I write a lot of my best moments within my novel feeding off my character’s pain… so, maybe there’s something to be said in that.

So, for everyone’s enjoyment:


Within the next week or so, I’ll try to get in another post on my book being printed along with some pictures.

Ink & Candlelight


So sorry to all those that have decided to follow me thus far. I guess I just haven’t realized how inactive I’ve been on here. I had a good spurt of creativity in the beginning of February that seemed to dry up long before I was ready for it to leave. Since then I suppose you can say that depression and inactivity has been getting the best of me. Once again… I love writing, but there are just times when I eludes me.

So, last night I decided to try and put a stop to all this and try finding some inspiration in a round about way. I’ve mused before and still conclude that amazing as the internet/computer/technology is… really in the end, it’s nothing but a distraction. Going the way of simplicity, I turned off all the lights last night, lit a few candles and brought out the dip pen. Let’s just say that not only was it soothing, basking in the warm glow of the candlelight, but it seemed to serve the purpose well. I was able to effectively block out pretty much everything around me, save for the rain lashing against the window, the rumbles of thunder and the ticking clock. All in all, I wrote three pages – one of edit for the first book and two of a chapter I’m working on for the second as well as a poem. The poem I shall add here.

Overall, I really do think it’s time to get off me arse and finally get around to getting things done. Yes, I’ve had some hard times this past year, but dwelling on it is going to get nothing done and it certainly won’t bring me any closer to publishing my first novel. So, here’s to better times ahead.

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Ink wets the page
Fire threatens to burn

Water and Fire

Polar opposites coming together
Chasing away the shadows

Such differences
Beheld side by side

Comparisons that have no place

Fire, leaving the room
Cast in orange hues
It’s edges softened by the warmth

Ink, bearing stark contrast
Crisp, bold lines
Telling the story in black and white

Flames crying out soundlessly
As the quill scratches out methodical whispers

Harmonious duo
Breeding creativity
On the edge of night


Trailing Shadows – a Poem

I just posted the other day, so it feels good to have something to write again already, and something that’s related to what this blog is actually supposed to be focused on – writing.

All of a sudden I seem to have found a creative spurt, which is amazing because I haven’t felt this peppy in a long time. Regardless of the fact that I tried to go to bed early last night and only ended up thinking about every possible creative thing I’ve ever wanted to do, I’m not in the least bit tired. In fact, here’s a poem that I wrote last night.

In a way, I think it’s about the depression I’ve been dealing with lately.


Trailing Shadows

Shadows, shadows, in the sky

I show you, I show you, how hard I try

But still, but still, you make me cry

Shadows, shadows, on the wall

You follow, follow me, down the hall

Hoping, hoping, that I fall

Watching, watching, watching me crawl

Shadows, shadows, on the floor

You close, you close, that open door

The tears, the tears, down they pour

Shadows, shadows, in my mind

You are, you are, so unkind 

And I’m afraid, afraid, of what I’ll find 

Shadows, shadows, be gone away

You can’t, you can’t, come to play

I tell you, I tell you, not today

Try, try as you may

I tell you again, not today