A cry steps out my chest and calls into the ocean abyss. The waves batter my limbs against my body and leave me powerless. A current grabs my legs and fights to pull me into its waters. The air in me replaced by liquid and I am breathless. My salty tears drown my lungs and … More depression again…
Weep a lonely song little boy.
Weep long and quietly. … More a poem ‘Weep, little boy’
I am not longer in the same world I was before. Things are calmer now. I am myself. In a way, this self is more boring. I do not find her as interesting. But, she is not as painful and is easier to live with – so I prefer her. She may not be as … More when I was happy last year
To feel the urge to write but to have nothing to write about. Or, more so to not have the will to write about things one wants to write about, rather, than them not being there to write about. So, instead to relieve the incessant flow of mental diarrhoea I shall write about nothing. … More Writer’s Block
Where is my home? The world tells me the places and feelings that are my home. They tell me my home is the house in the land I grew up in and there I should stay. Do they know that house is now a pile of broken walls and shattered windows that bury my … More Refugee Man
I am addicted to the taste of comfort. I want to do what I want to do. If I want to sleep, I sleep away the day. If I want to eat, I eat far more than I should. If I want to cloud my mind with the worthless entertainment of facebook and youtube, … More Wanting to do what I WANT
Being sick, as I am right now, always reminds me how special it is to feel great. It makes me long for how good it feels to be fine. I don’t realise how special it is to be alright when I am alright. It’s only when things suck do I truly remember how thankful I … More sick…
Did I not see faces weeping and begging for mercy? Did not my heart go out to souls in the dirt and suffering? Yes, I long to be among the poor of this world and hold the suffering. However, anything I do to be a servant to these great people will not overcome a … More to LIVE
19 Jul 2016 “One, two, three, go!” I scream and run through the hall. I leap out of the building, ungracefully flying over three steps and thump onto the ground with a shout of joy. I spin around and roar at my two younger comrades lined up inside, “Go, go, go!” A young boy … More Flying Flightless Boys
I could lie on the ground and weep for eternity, overwhelmed by your love. A love that stretches across time. A love that pierces through suffering. A love that encompasses and embraces. A love that is sweet, gentle, good, great. A love, unconditional. My Abba Father.