A lonely cub

hush you poor soul,
the world is not over yet,
clutch your anima to your breast,
you have not completely lost.

a rose amid thorns,
your light lies,
illuminating a path,
a second chance at flight.

you are not alone,
as are bees to a hive,
a family in me,
you shall find.

dry your eyes little one,
the war has come to an end,
rejoice in union,
the cub has found it's pride.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.