“Remember pride and honor come first, blood fallows and victory ends all.”

I decided to share these two pieces I’ve written in the last couple of days. Writing is a way to release things I cant directly come out and say so its more of a metaphorical way to put my life out there but not totally out there in a since. Its really the only thing that makes me feel human and I enjoy knowing that others may find some things relatable through all the strange obscurities mentioned within anything that I write. Lately I’ve been working on two screenplays that hopefully I can just pour everything into them and someday down the line I can turn them into short films, they are totally opposite each other but perfectly gel for some reason. The song by sarah blasko I’ve posted along with this really inspired the first one im working on and the other well it’s a mystery that I rather not disclose at the present moment A lot of mixed feelings have been rising lately don’t really know why they are entering my train of thought but its helping with the writers block so maybe they are welcomed emotional strains. I think at times in all our lives we seek out things in hope that it will fill a void or inspire us maybe even make us question with out truly needing an answer. We don’t always need an answer but nine times out of ten we do need closure even if it’s the rough kind. Unless you’re the type that enjoys the company of lingering past feelings cant blame you for making friends with ghostly emotions or hollow thoughts.


Le vasque de mémoire

I may have a way with words that could possibly disturb all the veins in your body. Lately my eyes have been ghostly hollow & I feel as if they are poised with sleep. Sometimes I imagine my self vanishable and when I leave the land where I once stood will freeze solid. If I was to turn a cheek to misery who will take its place as company? We don’t honestly know the first thing about suffering unless we walk hand in hand with the rapture of the reaper. Must be a sight to be hold only having one true purpose, taking the last breath of life away from us mortal humans. I envision sirens singing a symphony for the lady by the well she wears a blackened Vail and drops coins to the bottom never wishing for one single thing.










you came running into the house, snow falling from your brows
gasping for breath you pull out a piece of paper scribbled and torn is a
message you said “hey hey sit here and listen I got a story to tell you”

this will be the last letter ever written
about a boy who was smitten with a girl whos heart was slitting
on a cold December morning she sat at the table wondering about
a life that passes her by while the boy was off traveling the world finding
things out that she could only hide:

“theres a land filled with beautiful strangers and old taverns filled with smoke
theres a lovely girl in the corner who sits all alone and even though she glances
my way one too many times theres a girl on the other side of heaven wishing to me mine
but im off traveling the world trying to find something heaven doesnt offer
secrets life being what it is
just know this lonely girl you wont be forgotten I wont forget to write and even
though the postcards makes you smile you lay beside another at night
I wont hold that thought against you for I cant hold your hand
look into to your eyes
promising you all that you have planned
I cant give you what you want lonely girl for im a wondering boy in search for my soul
I just hope one day when I come running through the doors on a cold December morning
you listen to this story with cheerful tears in your eyes and we can sit down like friends do
and talk about something besides goodbyes”