New home for my work

Hey everyone!

I have not posted here in some time but I see a lot of traffic is still flowing through. If you'd like to keep up on all my writing (as well as my awesome podcast) you can now find me with Syndicate Press. 

Just click HERE!

Thanks and I love you all!

-Kyle

Welcome back reality

Well, I am finally back to blogging. It has been some time since I last posted. I am back to writing. But now it isn't just poetry. I am actually going to be evolving this blog into an avenue for me to post my poetry, short stories and other writings. 

I am glad to be back and plan to start posting a lot more. I will also be tracking the change of my body as I work to lose weight and eat healthier. 

Thank you,

Kyle

It has been a while since I have posted anything. I have been working on my next novel and comics. I wrote this for my fiance and decided to post it here, Let me know what you think!

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What is love?

That feeling of     

                                  Falling?

Is it Joy, Expl o s ions of emotion, laughter?

Could it be long days or short nights?

What is it?

Love…

What a strange word.

So much power in four letters.

Does it feel as heavy as an elephant but as light as air?

Yes? Did I get it right?

There is so much more. So much more.

It’s old but always new.

A fight, a kiss, tears… both Good and bad.

Again, I ask, what is love?

It’s a connection. Magnets, planets, atoms.

Us.                   

You and I.

Togther.                         

Moving and flowing.                    Dancing.

Always and forever,

In love.

Lost

Years spent together.
Time st r e t  c  h  i  n   g,
                                      never breaking.

We have sat together,
               lead together,
               been moved together.

Yet the sands spin where you once were.
                                                                 Gone.
My last words to you ring in my ears.

I shall search for you.
               Move worlds for you.

My love.
My wife,
              Persephone.

Articulus

Falling sands slow when you aren't around.

The second hand takes a step back.
Time itself hold its breath.
                                   
                                                  Waiting.

Waiting for that singular moment
             when you arrive.
When it can exhale and breath anew.

The moment carries on forever.

                                                   Waiting.
Just as I sit here for you.
Just as the world continues to spin.
           Lost until you return.

Until then, we stand here
                                                    Waiting.

Break the fall.

The chasm opens.
Earth ripping apart at the seams.
Crying for help.

We trip and 
                   fall.

Liquid money shoots past,
waving all the while.
Raising higher and higher.

Still we 
            fall.

Through fire and hell.
Corruption and corporations.
Ignoring our cries.

Deeper we
                  fall.

Lives tossed to the side.
Sold to the highest bidder.
Shattered and broken.

Nothing to break our
                                 fall.


Nothing 
             to break our fall...

Snowstorm

Thoughts can be a flurry within your mind.

             A snowstorm of memories.

They can pile up,

lock you within your self made cabin.

Each memory is like a snowflake.

An individual,

unique,

unlike any others.

You must grab those frozen memories,

craft them into what you need.

It may be a fort or just a tall snowbank.

Whatever your decide, it will be you.

Completely and utterly you.

When it melts, mixes with the Earth,

it will make a sort of personal ink.

Ink that can shape the world.