The Black Rose is anything but new. She is perhaps one of the oldest in the forest. In terms of significance, she showed a wolf that change is always a choice we must make on our own.
Winds of change blow, herding clouds
gentle mindless fluffs of cotton puff
wavering in the will of something greater
Snow falls, fighting, down, down, down
disobeying as clouds do not, screeching
wind says this way, that, but not, down down down
Piled masses settled firm, packed tight standing
strong in united solitude, singular form
saying without words a message unheard
The wind blows
the clouds following after
while the snow sits below, unmoved.
The winds of separation came again, taking away what weeks of dreaming had brought. Left, was I, with not but anxiety and loneliness, the inability to console myself. Lethargy took hold, immobilizing the soul first, the body to follow. Only the primest of instincts remained. Breathe. I am not okay.
My new blog specifically for letters is here.
And my new blog for personal journalling is here.
The winds of change are upon us.
First post of the new letter blog. You should probably go check it out and tell all your friends.
So here is what is happening right now. I’m finally settled back in for what will hopefully be the long hall. While I’ve been gone I’ve been giving things lots of thought and here is what has come of it. I’m going to be bringing forth two other blogs and designating different content for each. This blog will become strictly a writing blog in which you will get the poetry and pros you are used to minus the personal life stories, a place for the wolf to thrive. I have a schedule I’m going to try and stick to and when the random notions hit I will be more diligent in queuing things. My second blog that I will be set up with be entirely composed of letters. I actually started this blog months ago but never got to putting the time into it. Being the new year and all I’m making this part of my things to focus on. If you are looking for my more touchy feely side this is probably the place for you. It is a place for the poet, where he can speak as flowery as he wishes to those he wishes. Lastly I will be starting a personal blog that will act more as a journal than anything. This will be a place I will be more guarded with and probably will not advertise much, if at all (though I will make it a point to give you all a way to find it). Recent events have led me to come under some scrutiny due to my writing on Tumblr and I need to refortify my “safe” place that this place and all within it had previously provided for me. It is a place where a youth struggling to grow up will have the freedom to speak as he needs in order to cope. Titles as introduced:
Hopes on an Orchid
Stories in Memory
If you have any questions feel free to drop them in the inbox. These changes might take me a few days but I have some time on my hands and am going forth full sail. It’s good to be back guys.