Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Category: Stories From A Young Heart

  • I swear I’m more interesting But thoughts remain untouched in my mind; What if they were to become mangled upon speaking? So I type conversations That could’ve happened together in person Because that way I don’t have to witness reactions I have time to process Time to think Space to leave.

  • Eyes drawn nowhere, Skittering across dewy propositions. Gaze for too long and that line of sight will sink, Sink into muggy hotness and airy beds of repetition.

  • I search for gold When sitting in a cave of treasure. I dream of resting When I am asleep. I seek beauty Despite the vibrance of my possessions. I want more, When I have no room.

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    Tangled branches bear no fruit For growth is choked into obedience. Winter gives way to warmth, But if the frost is too harsh will anything bloom? Vibrance contained ceases to give light, It withers and fails, a slave to oppression. Favour drained becomes nothing more than an action, Held too tight, Life turns to rubble.

  • Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey- Poem

    Ultraviolence Lying in the open, Travelling alongside us Ripples impact, Avoiding spotlight Vivid in their secrecy Integrated into society Openly spoken of yet Leaning on our pillars Existing through us , Newly budded, Century after century Ebbing away at our boundaries.