Posts Tagged: meaning

What Once was Beauty

Can’t be controlled The feeling that I have carved a hole out of my heart. I reached in and spooned out soft rotten things Supposing for a while that it might be better to leave them where they lie, In

What Once was Beauty

Can’t be controlled The feeling that I have carved a hole out of my heart. I reached in and spooned out soft rotten things Supposing for a while that it might be better to leave them where they lie, In

In the Name of Other, Greater Things

THERE. I SAID IT. Life is dirty, dreary, and unapologetic. Rubs off on me, smears boldly across my best intentions. tarnishes my innocent image. skews my naïve perceptions. I guess it helps me grow. I must have earned it. Otherwise

In the Name of Other, Greater Things

THERE. I SAID IT. Life is dirty, dreary, and unapologetic. Rubs off on me, smears boldly across my best intentions. tarnishes my innocent image. skews my naïve perceptions. I guess it helps me grow. I must have earned it. Otherwise

How Can One Not Wonder?

I thought of the life I could have had And found it was not for me. I saw myself at this age years ago But was, in fact, blind to its possibilities. Who knows what life or love means? I

How Can One Not Wonder?

I thought of the life I could have had And found it was not for me. I saw myself at this age years ago But was, in fact, blind to its possibilities. Who knows what life or love means? I

Destiny 2, by David Ames

In ties we walked among them. Hints of unspoken accolades. The proud flag on a ship riding, not ruffling the sea of small town movements. I can take you a picture. I can map you her curves, But no matter

Destiny 2, by David Ames

In ties we walked among them. Hints of unspoken accolades. The proud flag on a ship riding, not ruffling the sea of small town movements. I can take you a picture. I can map you her curves, But no matter

Destiny 1, by David Ames

Each night more raw. Each day more real. And destiny is peeled back, Sometimes willingly, and with soft easy pulls, Relinquishing its grip, it’s everpresent guise. And with time, it seems all more willing to let go. So let it

Destiny 1, by David Ames

Each night more raw. Each day more real. And destiny is peeled back, Sometimes willingly, and with soft easy pulls, Relinquishing its grip, it’s everpresent guise. And with time, it seems all more willing to let go. So let it