BlogHide Resteemsjohnaaron (35)in dark • 3 years agoSqueezing the Middle ManI find myself caught in the middle. In the eye of the storm, yet, it's anything but calm. A middle class middle child in middle america earning median wage. Being pulled, from both sides, apart.…johnaaron (35)in poem • 3 years agoShattered RealitiesHe walked through the darkness. He was clothed in a blackened sackcloth robe. His hand shakily guarded a candle's starved flame against the cold, almost dead, wind, as he urgently tunneled his way…johnaaron (35)in storm • 3 years agoStormrageThe Storm rages, Such hainus pain, Unlimited and Uncontained. I left my home a broken cage. Taking old oaths on endless pages, The sweatsoaked blood of dead legends rage. Odes of ghosts past…johnaaron (35)in hive-161155 • 3 years ago5 Minute Freewrite: Monday - Prompt: Travel AngstThe holy land. Finally, after decades of aching at the question of when. When will I have a chance to press my feet upon such ancient soil? And now, through shear chance, or something greater…johnaaron (35)in hive-161155 • 3 years agoWhat is truth?What is truth? What is truth? And where is it to be found? Does it come from the wailing sirens of loudspeakers? Or from the blast of trumpets? From the ringing gong of a liberty bell echoing…johnaaron (35)in hive-161155 • 3 years agoChangeChange. Is it possible to change? Are we what we are? Or are we what we choose to be? Is life filled with possibility, Or is It what it is and nothing more? Can we climb out of despair, Or…johnaaron (35)in darkness • 3 years agoWhen Darkness FallsOh, how When darkness falls, The sky trades its birds for bats, unperceived. I gaze up at a fallen sky of sackcloth, vomiting ash like snow. How a tired sun, in the high lofts of a dream, Shakes…johnaaron (35)in void • 3 years agoFair BeginningsI am so scared. Could I actually hold my dreams in my hand? Surely I wouldn't be able to handle it. Would I? C.. Could I? Shield me with divine luck, with a forcefield that outjukes fate.…johnaaron (35)in hive-161155 • 3 years ago5 Minute Free Write: WindThinly encased in life's trolly, Hanging by a thread Between the pulleys of time. Peering through foggy frosted glass At a rough landscape below. Wondering how we've made it even this far.…
