“Ascend” a poem by Westley Nash

“Ascend” I wish to stand upon a mountaintop!.. The highest perch resting between the earthly world beneath me, and the vast cosmic expanse far above. To bring manifest all that I am, all that I have achieved, and all that I have strived for yet failed to secure. Along with both the conscious, and unconscious … More “Ascend” a poem by Westley Nash

“Dead Space” a dark poem by Westley Nash

“Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger. Travel too far along that road and the way is soon lost!” – Terry Brooks (paraphrased) “DEAD SPACE” There is a dead space inside my soul.With all feelings frozen by a darkness cold. A starless void to where my light descends,where emotions die and their memories end. Nothing … More “Dead Space” a dark poem by Westley Nash

“Heart Struck Numb” (I can’t write like I used to…) by Westley Nash

“HEART STRUCK NUMB” (I can’t write like I used to…) I cannot write like I used to, since my heart struck numb. Suffered such grief that it’s lost it’s tongue! No desire for it to speak, no urge to outwardly express. Forever keeping to itself and concealing the distress. Tired and exhausted, the passion quickly … More “Heart Struck Numb” (I can’t write like I used to…) by Westley Nash

“Running on the Edge” (is this the end?..) a poem by Westley Nash

Running on the Edge (is this the end?..) Running on the edge!.. Never knowing if I’ll fall to my death. This tattered life has left me bereft, heart beating out of my chest and thoughts high on stress… Is this the end? Fighting just to breathe in the hell that I conceive. I can’t see … More “Running on the Edge” (is this the end?..) a poem by Westley Nash

“Goodbye, Why…” (I never thought I’d see you go) a poem by Westley Nash

“Goodbye, Why…” (I never thought I’d see you go…) Goodbye why…It’s really hard here without you.Because you gave me so much reason to plan, to act and to do. Goodbye why… I honestly never thought I’d see you go.My trusted friend in a world of nothingness, helping me lead the show. For when the world … More “Goodbye, Why…” (I never thought I’d see you go) a poem by Westley Nash

“The Travelling Bard” (singing proudly of our stories) a poem by Westley Nash

“Nothings forever; forever’s a lie!.. All we have is what’s between hello and goodbye.” – Marylin Bergman “The Travelling Bard”(singing proudly of our stories) 6 years was all we had… 6 years of what was supposed to be the rest of my life. An entire future left fading to the past, in a home stripped … More “The Travelling Bard” (singing proudly of our stories) a poem by Westley Nash

“We Would Have Loved Each Other” (had we let us…) a poem by Westley Nash

“The Monsters in my head are scared of love.” – Diplo “We Would Have Loved Each Other” (Had we let us…) We would have loved each other… Had we let us. We could have built our wildest dreams right up to the stars above if we really wanted to. But we were just too afraid … More “We Would Have Loved Each Other” (had we let us…) a poem by Westley Nash

“The Morning After” (a thought about bereavement by Westley Nash

“I remember my first day without you. I’ve never be the same since.” – Unknown “The Morning After…” I remember the first time I fell asleep after my father passed away. It came mostly as a result of being emotionally exhausted and wanting so very much to escape this unbearable reality I was faced with. … More “The Morning After” (a thought about bereavement by Westley Nash

“Hiding Place” (a vast ocean of apathy) by Westley Nash

“Some scars don’t hurt. Some scars are numb.” Some scars rid you of the capacity to feel anything ever again.” – Joyce Rachelle I draw the feelings from their hiding place. Dragged kicking and screaming into the spotlight to explain themselves! For why are they here? Who granted them tenancy? And even more so, why … More “Hiding Place” (a vast ocean of apathy) by Westley Nash

“The Corridor” a thought about rejection by Westley Nash

“If we are not careful, if we let it then life can start to feel as though we are stuck in a long dark corridor that never seems to end. On either side of this corridor are many doors, most of which are closed and locked. But sometimes we’ll see one that’s been left slightly … More “The Corridor” a thought about rejection by Westley Nash