ProseCardboard Butterfly Once, there was a world made up of nothing. Well, almost nothing. The entire macrocosm consisted of a one-story, two-room building. The inhabitants of this world- small, insignificant creatures called Homins, who feasted on the emptiness surrounding them- had no knowledge of what existed outside the walls of their cage. As I was saying, there were two rooms of equal size and make. One was called the Room of Love. This room contained a vastness stretching to forever and forever’s antithesis. At first glance, the room appeared to be filled with many, variProse
Poetic ChristianityThe Great Unknown Slowly through the endless fog and the pounding rain I wearily, ceaselessly trod. I once was a part of a legion ever heading to the great unknown… But now, I walk alone still fighting the enemy, though my left and right arms be gone. I one day will learn how to be strong on my own, how to cry on my own shoulder. I must learn or this world will devour me as a wolf given open season on the shepherd’s flock.Poetic Christianity
Not I! I know the anguish and torment of this life; how it can tear a man’s soul from his chest to
Introspectionjust a little poem I wrote on a rainy dayIntrospection
Even though it’s really sunny outside
and the grass is still wet from the morning dew
and little children are playing in the street
and this poem isn’t really little. But to me it’s really raining outside
and the grass is brown and shriveled
and the little children are balding middle-aged men going to the same job every day
in the same coat and the same tie that they have been for the past twenty years.
I live in a large, beautiful home with a loving family
and everything in the world I could need
an
