If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem." -David Carradine   I do not remember how I found this quote, but I remember how I felt when those words struck me. I remember standing still and letting the meaning sink in. If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. How true those words... Continue Reading →



Heavy steps Grey spirit Careful movements Dusty coat     -Charlotte Emelia Check out another Inktober postĀ here.


It glinted in the sunlight and stood atop a mount, but no man in any land had the Strength to pull it out.   Neither did any man have the Strength to bear the pain of making right decisions amid the common disdain.   Nor did any fearless knight Have Strength to love his friends-... Continue Reading →


Strings of letters Cunningly formed Are the destruction of all men.   Hold back your harsh words For each hurtful phrase Marks the red on your lips.   These words are poison Created for your enemies But in the end, you consume every. last. drop.  


Trapped in a moment of time Forever holding my gaze I can't look away Captivated by thisĀ portal A recurring enigma The jewel of paradoxes Constant infinity I ask myself, How deep will I go?        


It slices through the air silver, quick In the blink of an eye spinning, whirling On impact it hurts deadly, silent My love for you is the bullet And I am the one who got hit.  

It’s been a while…

It's been a while, my friends Friends who read my posts Posts that are random and silly Silly of me to stay away Away from Out of Thin Air Air that is cold out here Here where snowflakes are falling Falling for you, that's what I do Do have fun this week Weak from all... Continue Reading →

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