Think about this in terms of space. Without stars to provide light, There is dark. But stars are born; The dark simply is. In terms of space, The dark is the default, And it goes on forever. The dark is eternal. ...as the light of the stars is guided through dark space. Think about this… Continue reading In Terms of Space
I try. I try to do the things, the things other people do, do to feel right. Right? I try. I buy. They tell me to buy for myself. For myself, I share to try. I try. I try to share, but does anyone care, care to understand why, why I try, why I don't… Continue reading Trying
When they are born, a new generation will be nurtured in the fruits of the struggles and battles won before their time. When they are growing, a new generation will look to the skies and dream and hope and wish on never-ending fires above. When they are open, a new generation will absorb the rays… Continue reading Discover the Force
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