Inebriated, stumbling about. Infused with… The greatest intoxicant. Naiveté. Leaving you numb. Words ring hollow and fall flat. As tears impair my vision Incisions cut extracting a cost. Losses mount. Taken too soon, polarities flip leaving those who remain in the tomb.
When it hits home
The pocket neighborhood on the Northwest side of Chicago where I grew up and forged bonds that I will have the rest of my life has defined me. Me and my counterparts affectionately refer to the neighborhood as the “Square” and it is where my heart and some of my greatest affinities lie. The peopleContinue reading “When it hits home”
In a Blue Moon
Looking up. Harkening back. Not unlike times past. Into the gaze of wisdom. Once in a Blue Moon omnipotence provides a glimpse of illumination.
History cries out
“… the sady cycle …”
The Hunter
Predator in pursuit of eloquence But words prove elusive… Harboring immunity to the siren song of the writer. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
On reaching Eagle
Originally posted on christianpandhisguitar:
I’m leaning towards moving past placing limits on myself. The reality of me not being a kid has really sunk in. This has been a summer to remember. One of the highlights has to be reaching the pinnacle of Scouting in the Boy Scouts. Reaching the rank of Eagle was something…
The line – An epiphany
It is a thin line.
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