Poetry

distant

Let me sit in my desired darkness Let me sit among ailments within Let me have a lack of smile and frown and a want for a tear on my face to trail down Let me feel the isolation Let me feel no tender touch Let me remain unloved for love is not for me… Continue reading distant

Poetry

The Skeleton Man

They came from behind a rain of fire and four-pointed steel. Marched and brandished their stone-sharpened blades. Brought the end of hope as the sun wept and bowed to the night, boots stained in mud and merciless victory ordered by their generals: One of creatureous eyes and the sting of a whip. Another with a… Continue reading The Skeleton Man

Poetry

My Secret

I have a secret. My secret is this: I can see into every universe there ever was and ever will be. I can see all possibilities and all their respective outcomes. And in every universe, every version of me will always choose you. Every day. Only you.

Poetry

Menace

Every so often, I like to imagine a trailer for a film that I would reboot or remake. If handed the keys to Lucasfilm, I would absolutely remake the Star Wars Prequels. Below is my imagined trailer narration, in poem form, for a remake of Episode I: The Phantom Menace. Can you guess which characters… Continue reading Menace

Poetry

Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.… Continue reading Watching