“brightness on horizons in the futures ahead…”
I’m giving you my heart
so you can run away
with it and all my joy
and all my pain . . .
my love was lost so long ago
that heart won’t help
these eyes to see
what can’t be felt . . .
I am no longer warm
and that’s the way it has to be
my love is dead, my love is gone,
and now the cold is after me . . .
first of all, you – yes, you – are the bees knees for even reading this far into the post. I appreciate you. you’re loyal. you’re kind. you’re smart . . . and, most importantly. . . you’re important. never change . . . never settle . . .
alright, now back to business!
I just really wanted to let y’all know what’ll be coming for the
House of Reveries within the next couple of weeks.
so, if you’d like to stick around to find out? sweet.
if not? . . . it’s ok, really. no worries.
aaaalright. now, back to those updates.
“AWAY FROM DECADENCE” IS GONE . . .
. . . but, if uhh . . . if this is your first time hearing about it . . . then, I imagine that means absolutely nuthin’ to ya; and, that, is perfectly fine.
Away from Decadence & Untamed Pieces is my first book, first project. s’not out yet but, I had glimpses of it on the site and I just recently took ’em all off . . . as though they had received too much exposure or too many likes or somethin’; like they had gotten too hot, ya know . . . like, it got too hot in here so, I took off all my posts . . .
either way, the posts are all gone now and all you have left to explore in this House of Remainders is the beauty of the words I left behind and, those to come.
and, there will be plenty more to come, I promise. and, much more frequently, too. so, just bear with me!
THERE IS SOME NEW SHIT ON THE WAY
but, it might not be exactly what you’re used to seeing from me. and, not that it’s terrible in any way or even groundbreaking, really. it’s just . . .
A SERIES OF FREEWRITTEN POEMS!
with minimal edits, if any at all.
see, here’s what I did:
I got this nice, new fine point pen and this nice, new journal from my aunt so, naturally, I decided to start filling it up. and, I decided to start filling it up while I was at work, on my 15-minute breaks, to challenge myself.
the idea was to freewrite as many short poems or prose pieces as possible, in that time period, while listening to my favorite playlists for inspiration.
groundbreaking, right? freestyling some poetry while listening to your favorite music? whoodathunkit (“who would have thought of that”, for the northerners)?
I know, it’s exciting; but, just try your best to stay calm for me, ok? I just got one more thing to tell you about and, that would be,
MY NEW INSTAGRAM PAGE
it’s not-so boomin’ right now, as you can see, but it does, currently, include and will be including first glimpses of other new poems for other series that I’m working on; aaaand, it even has and will have some of the artwork and excerpts from the first few chapters of . . .
wait for it . . .
AWAY FROM DECADENCE!
so, see, it’s not completely gone just, not completely there, either.
but, again, thanks for reading! there’s much more to come, so stick around; see ya soon!
what is it to feel a sense of urgency
without a place to go
. . . and, what is convergence with
no sense of urgency; what can emerge from this
center of expressions
reflected from the
center of impressions
what is it to feel
with hope to grow up
what is it to be protected
by the surety, converging walls
of purity mixed with “up
to no good”
crutches keep you out of the race,
perhaps, rehab doesn’t look so bad,
I think I’ve had enough of weakness,
I think I’d like to find my strength
without these crutches I can run
I know I can
I hope I can
I know I can’t keep stumbling down
these roads don’t give out second chances,
that is why I keep the crutches . . .
’cause, if I fall, it’s over . . .
centers of expressions
reflected from the
centers of impressions