My Dearest Mad-Readers, I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in high school, bored by my teacher‘s rambling, and I began thinking about life and the cycles we get through as we age. That’s when it dawned on me : There are seasons in our lives… Tomorrow, life shall begin again You will go back home And turn your back on me … Continue reading Life
My Dearest Mad-Readers, Once again, I have a dose of prose for you. This is one of my very first poems, so I figured it only makes sense I share it with you. What could be more poetic than a wolf crying to the moon ? * * * The lone wolf sings for the moon, which enlightens the night. She carefully listens to it, … Continue reading Wolf’s Cry
My Dearest Mad-Readers, Yesterday, I realized some of my older blog posts needed to be a little pimped up. My style was not the same when I started blogging 5 months ago, so it’s only normal I work on them again. I hope you like this new feature image and forgive such a short introduction. May you enjoy the magical snow ! Winter begins Whiteness … Continue reading Magical Snow
My Dearest Mad-Readers, Would you be against a dose of prose this afternoon (unless it is morning or night where you live) ? * * * Death’s shadow is drawing closer. It becomes more oppressive. The bird is here, sitting on its perch, awaiting the ultimate moment. Its livelihood is leaving. The very essence of its short existence is about to leak out. This legendary … Continue reading The Death of the Phoenix
My Dearest Mad-Readers, Re-publishing old posts can truly be a blessing. I believe this poem about an author lacking inspiration did not get the attention it deserved when I only had a handful of followers. Since this blog is a lot about sharing my work, I added a feature image to it and entirely changed the introduction. Enjoy ! I am here Computer on With … Continue reading Hellish Chronic Whiteness
I am sailing away
On an adventure
Hastily cruising
Steadily running Continue reading Freedom
Facing the starting line,
I glimpse the horizon
whilst my fingers burn with sweat,
caressing the steering wheel,
and leaving a long trail
of perspiration. Continue reading Adrenaline
Forgotten
Invisible
Unimportant
Insignificant Continue reading Ghost
Do you feel it ?
That peaceful plenitude
of an appeased soul
which has embraced
a calm for so long
hunted down. Continue reading Peace
If looking at her is inspiring, then she attracts you. If she reads you, then you have a chance at seeing importance in the malicious spark gleaming out of her greenish grey eyes. But don’t be in such a rush! The flame enlightening her pupil might fade out, or disappear entirely! So don’t anticipate anything! Let the flow of events drive you, waiting for that … Continue reading Burns
Phil Wayne 