In shadows cast by life’s hand, I stood alone on desolate land. Lost, forsaken, my heart bereft, trapped a world where bonds I once had left. With weary steps, I tread that path, Where laughter once danced, I experianced silent wrath. Isolation’s cloak tightened its hold, As sorrow’s whispers pierced my soul, bold. Longing for…

When the first post is placed we allow a division to begin With each baluster we allow our outlook to grow dim Soon our vision doesn’t even allow the possibility of a gate, this however was the reality in our mind all along.

Cynicism is opium to blunt pain. I’m a user and I love the kick but hate myself. I admired myself before pain. There was a simplicity before I started lying to myself.

There’s nowhere to go but forward, but that’s ok because today we are creating tomorrow’s memories.

My altruism may be my most cynical quality, after all who will help everyone if I don’t?

The haunting pain of labors dry My soul begins to close within my daunting try Flaunting in vain my neighbors pry My joy becomes gaunt before I cry

This is a story of a wandering notion A thought of glory thundering in emotion Shuddering as a quarry deep with commotion Clinging to life fluttering leaping of devotion How the bliss squandered was lesson learned Miss pine wander it churned the wind of these parts was earned Now the kiss of the past pondered…