Poetically Wyld

Poetic? yes. Wyld? maybe.

My Photo
Location: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States

An Aquarius...

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Promos, promos, promos

I designed a new poster advertising SIPS and Entangled Hearts. Check this out:

Here is the poster for SIPS (soon to be in Robin's Bookstore):

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Thoughts Abound

Why don't we listen to what our hearts tell us? Why is hard to sit quietly and listen to find out what we really want to do with our lives? Take a few moments to really listen to what excites us in life. What makes us really happy?

Friday, July 13, 2007

Let Me Upgrade Ya!

I received my final grades for the classes I took this past semester. A 94 in critical thinking, 97 in business math and an 87 in american literature. Who rocks?? Next semester I am taking intro to accounting I and applied spreadsheets...

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Love Ghost

How do you tell when your love has become ghost?
Soft and airy to the touch
but not concrete enough to be held or cherished?
How do you protect that love
from drifting in the winds
because its recipient chose to look elsewhere?
The warm southern winds have blown
the unanchored love ghost
adrift in the sea
of unsurety,
the sky has darkened
from it's sunny rays
since the cloud cover of another,
always another,
has appeared.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Poetry bug bit me

It's been a long time since I wrote poetry continuously but today the words were just flowing out of me. My poetry comes out better that way, it's more meaningful to me when it is continuous... Currently I am listening to this song called Volt Space, it's on myspace. I wish I could download it, it's beautiful...


mind swirling against the tide of oncoming emotions,

this flood has a familiarity that makes me sad.

I've been here before,

drowning in the songs of my heart

yet no one hears me singing.

my lungs burn,

filled with a built up passion

only I have no outlet for release.

this fire building,

burning me again

so I write.

my pen franticly scratching the pages of this pad

racing faster

as my thoughts try to capture what's in my heart

and throw it to the wind,

a wind I wish could catch me

because I am falling

ground, dirt, earth

racing towards me

as I fall deep into the unending heat

of my own emotions burning for escape

will anyone catch me?