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Richard Green
Audiophile, Movie Junkie, Avid Googler, Linux Enthusiast, I love The Outdoors and I'm a closet Hippy. :)
Audiophile, Movie Junkie, Avid Googler, Linux Enthusiast, I love The Outdoors and I'm a closet Hippy. :)
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The vague distant enraged rumblings of the forgotten gods of old strike my eardrums and invite me outside. The mumbles and grumbles of these ancient beings that never left us still comfort us, scare us and welcome us into the unpredictable arms of their…

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Words are my breath and my blood. I breathe complex emotions and hopes for humanity. I haemorrhage out the pains and sadness of a world in torment. I sigh a poem onto the page, Bleed my story onto the paper. To be without words is to be without life,…

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Some things have become very apparent to me of late, most importantly is the fact that, we, the human race, is in dire need of help. Over the last few weeks a number of events and happenings have occurred in front of my eyes, like cardboard sign posts…

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The dust of the dead grimace beneath my weight The natural and mostly unatural smells of the living infect my nasal cavity Empty vessels riding in solitary unison Individual lives conjoined yet remain unknown O’er moors and beyond The expense of movement…

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I was alone, My mind could unfurl. It’s vines and fronds unravelling, untangling, unwinding. All the built up tensions and problems bled into the entirety of my room. He could breath again.

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They lay in wait, under the surface, Glossed over. Brown, green, grey, black, beige Occasionally blue, red and yellow Something’s happened! Some new event requiring a response They bubble and swirl, rise and fall Flow like a stream through a shaded glen,…

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A tortured soul The crushing weight Emotional burdens Social injustices Need to help Need to improve Self sacrifice Probably immolation Maybe flight Lay in bed Can’t compute An empathetic Atlas

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The elusive truths of a questioned reality, Real and unreal are now one. Poisoned by two versions of the same story, Blinded forever. Blending perspectives, contradicting visions. How long must this continue? Consumed or apathetic, their is no antidote.

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What is this feeling I can’t quite comprehend? A melancholic sadness without a joyous end Sorrowful acceptance of the way things were Understanding that it’ll never quite be A relief of future pains not dealt, Yet mourning future pains not felt. Must move…

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When you’re put in a life threatening situation and your survival instincts kick in, you know you’re not ready to die..
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