upon the hearth of mice and men
a lonely prophet stirs his stew
adds brittle love and uncooked hope
a pinch of woe, enough for two

and in his dreams he stirs the world
lives hundred lives, yet touches few
for when he stirs, he stirs alone
his hearth his guilt, regret his stew.

… written for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Grab your poem and come join the fun! Happy Anniversary, dVerse!

The Philosopher who made my Day

i do not like to post stuff that isn’t my own.
it almost never happens… but today, i will make an exception.

i keep a collection of post-it notes on my front door. every post-it has a piece of writing on it… a sentence, a word, a quote, song lyrics… something i enjoyed, something that stuck out. whenever i leave the apartment, my eyes lock on a random post-it… and usually, it fits my mood (creepy but true).
today, it was an old favorite of mine… and it’s been in my head all day.
thought i’d share.

Seek not the favor of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. But seek the testimony of few; and number not voices, but weigh them.

~ Immanuel Kant ~


ashes’ memories…
several years worth of letters
still stain my fingers –
when i look, i see.

i will miss them, i know…
they used to be
my greatest treasure.
i will miss them…
but better to miss
than get lost
and drown
in twisted fairy tales ~
without a hint of truth.

Role Models?!

blindly trusting
– even those you are supposed to –
and cut you in two
but the hope
of the little child inside
still looking for
a proper parent
will always remain.

i am so sorry
you are still caught
in such a disturbing, malicious web.

If we only remembered!

if this sentence was imprinted on the inside of our eyelids in neon letters, maybe we’d finally be able to calm ourselves in times of fear.
i wish it could be done, there is nothing worse than being so scared that you’re not able to think straight. i wish i could remember… whenever i enter that place.

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