Poetry

Awakening (all a dream)

By Tyler Wills Days spin into your days, immersing me in the deafening din of the subtle whisper of your voice. My hours blend with your hours, time moving in scatterbrain spider web-like directions, and […]

Poetry

Living words of a dead poet

The leaves have been blowing in the wind And i have missed much of natures beauty Contemplating my life and where it should be going Catch your breath and do
But i didn’t listen
I was caught up in the future as well as the past
Just not in the present where i should have been living
Treat each day like its your last […]