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
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
So, I entered a 2020 poem into a Haiku contest, and if you'd like to read my Haiku and vote for it, you can do so at this link: https://woobox.com/y4vanc/gallery/GOZOAkihblg Also, I really didn't write much of this second poem; it's more of an alternate take on a prayer. It popped into my head recently,… Continue reading A Pair of Poems for a Pair of 20s
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.
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
I can’t. I can’t touch you. If I touch you, I’ll want to hold you. And if I hold you, I’ll never want to let you go. I can’t let you go. I can’t.
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
From me, the reaper’s extinguished a rekindled fire, my heart gripped in his icy fingers squeezing and squeezing to the point it can’t beat with even a shade of the enthusiasm it once had, and squeezing more still until the mental picture I framed of a possible happy existence is out of my blurring head.… Continue reading DESPERecho
Addiction can be stronger than the will to survive, and it’s as if he wants me addicted to his society and their self-righteous ways. Then I’ll do whatever he wants me to do just because my addiction to what they call righteousness becomes more important than my own will, and like a drug addict that… Continue reading Choosing Ground
Not in frame of anyone’s sight Only in shadow of All Hallow’s light Lost and found in masks of fright Defined not in day nor by night The will to be, a welcome end Daily life a what not when While the why escapes the bitter bend Of transformation to descend Over head, the boastful… Continue reading Monsters@Play