No Harm Intended

For we writers supersede
other professions:

against all doctors,
words heal and give life

against all men of business,
we let words flow and this be our wealth

against all priests and philosophers,
we feed the starving mind and soul

against all soldiers,
we fight, with not a single drop of blood shed

against all chefs,
we give more than just bodily nourishment

against entertainers,
we are what they speak

against all architects and engineers,
we provide the foundation of life

But we writers are equals of artists,
we understand life and immortalize identity
and beauty by our own craft

yet at the end of the day
we writers, as well as all other professions,
fall short under the greatest one of all:

a teacher.

In His Despair

She told me she loved me, and for the rest of our days she will.

But it seems she had forgotten her own words.
Oh how can this be?
Oh how it pierced through my flesh and bones,
that expression of hers;
those eyes that were full of melancholy
and at the same time, cruelty.

I cannot identify of what her true sentiments are right then.

But I’d love to see that face again,
and tell her everything that can be, and should be.

We are meant to be.

This also is an excerpt from my on-going amateur novel entitled The P.D.P.
Also said by Seth Daniel.
©MBBC2012

From Now On

I will

be a better

person for

myself

and

not for

anyone else.

 

I will

face my

fears

and speak

out of

the truth.

 

The past

will be

left behind,

for the

future

is waiting

for us

all.