The Hidden Soul

Courage is something someone else has, but not me. If I were courageous, I’d never cower I’d never lash out in fear I’d never cry out in weakness; praying for rescue. Continue reading

Courage is something someone else has, but not me. If I were courageous, I’d never cower I’d never lash out in fear I’d never cry out in weakness; praying for rescue. Continue reading

Hearts aching, hurting, pounding. A passion borne of words that never meant a thing. Continue reading
hurt and despair swirl within his eyes yet somehow he remains blind he looks into my soul unafraid of the darkness not until the monster strikes does he believe there is no hope his resignation is mine to do with … Continue reading
cliff by ~freakme on deviantART leaning towards oblivion indecision as time slows haunted by my past unable to see my future is change possible am I strong enough to pull away from the precipice of choice to stay, to fall … Continue reading
the ubiquitous hand of a natureunburdens my heartawakening in melong forgotten memoriesof warm summer daysand swatches of colorscattered haphazardlyacross the landscapeas wildflowers like hopestruggle for survivalin a barrenand unforgiving land Text and Photograph © J.C. Montgomery 2009 Inspired by this … Continue reading
walk along the shoreline of a vast and endless sea and remember that my love lies beyond the gray horizon lie beneath the sky that blankets the earth below and remember that my dreams play among the clouds listen to … Continue reading
Resting on Hell’s Whiskey is the brow of a beaten man sweat and tears dripping drifting in the golden swirls of a liquid balm nearly forgotten as the strong aroma of the eternally damned wafts amidst his worry and his … Continue reading
Lyrical listening to the color of my mind I hear the bright yellow sound of hope tinkling just loud enough for me to hear so I can find my way whenever I get lostlistening to the color of my mind … Continue reading