Can You Hear It Grow? Listen to the whistle of the wind Through the rustle of leaves As the sun disappears And the children all sleep Look to the sky As my dreams float up high Visions of you and visions of I Embracing our hands in the pale moon’s eye. O God, please keep me from waking Ending…

I. So many stars in the sky, But these two happened to collide. In just a second’s time, A dream that would die And put an end to what was you and me. Empty eyes and a fake smile, Holding in a secret all the while. Kept from me until…

I saw a city out my window. I used to call it home. Until one day a cloud rolled in and took it for his own. The towers were gone and all my friends too. The others, they just laughed at me and said that’s just what clouds do. So…

“Words are the bones. Writing is the lungs. Reading is like breathing.” -T.L. Grain Writing is an art form meant to embody our thoughts, actions, and emotions. But, in a world built on apps, platforms, and AI, data seems to be overtaking instinct as our main source of inspiration. Recently…

There was a hand on my shoulder, An invisible beholder; A man I could not mention by name. He stood right beside me, Counting to three; Until the tree finally started to burn. Flames danced around my eyes, and lit up the skies; As the townsfolk all stood by in horror. They each turned their gaze, hands clenched in rage; Surrounding me as I put up no fight. I tried to convince them, but no one would listen;

A beast lingers in the shadows waiting to pounce. Fabric, pressed against me like my second skin. Horizontal floors hiding behind vertical lines. Blades swirl above me, stirring the stale air. Lights flicker amongst the busy concrete. They flutter around the torrid skyline. Darkness consumes my vision. Sounds fade away. Sleep comes. Dream. Sleep recedes. Sounds grow louder. Brightness consumes my sight.

I’ve been writing poetry and lyrics for about 20 years now. But, outside of fronting various bands, I never really felt comfortable sharing my works with the world. I think as time passes by and I grow older, I realize there’s no reason why I should keep these to myself…

Don’t design content, tell human stories — Copywriting has become something of a lost art. More and more people are claiming to tell stories without even understanding what makes them so compelling to us in the first place. Many of these same individuals also believe words should fit the layout or design and not vice versa. They…