The rush comes quickly,
It lingers and fades and returns once more,
The eternal knocking drowning thought and good deeds,
Leaving only star-crossed shards to drift into oblivion,
And a great well brimming with fire.
Jul 28, 2023
Jul 28, 2023 at 7:10 AM UTC
What words are given strength?
For the speaker and the listener dance within the air,
Each attuned to the truth of beauty and the blessings of the eyes.
Yet the Jester seeks chaos and releases his vile machinations beneath ignorance,
Determined and unbroken,
But the semblance fades quickly in dark corners and empty spaces,
And the outward chaos points in once more,
To strike as the archers arrow,
Or the butchers blade.
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 6:49 PM UTC
A head lies empty,
Nothing put to waste,
A body lies broken,
Put you in your place,
The soul is devoured,
The divine is debased.
Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
When the problem has been resolved, and the feeling still remains, more problems are revealed.
It is a simple modicum of truth, but a truth nonetheless. For this is the path that awaits us all.
Around every corner you believe lies the answer you seek, when in reality, there are never truly any answers, only more questions, and only more unravelling of oneself.
And if you endeavour to go deep enough, you may never return.
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 2:56 PM UTC
My home is gone.
The world I knew and all those who came with it have perished. Now I am all that remains.
The heat of the day and the chill of the air at night have altered things in ways that I cannot describe.
I fear that madness has gripped my soul. Each day feels like an hour, and each hour passes so quickly.
All the meandering and aimless purpose that I pursue is for nothing.
It seems that even the dust that surrounds me has a destiny far greater than I.
Perhaps if I endeavor to leave my somber nightmare things could change. Leave it for pastures and people unknown.
However, I don’t think I can muster the strength nor the courage.
Both of those have long since faded and mixed with the sand beneath my feet. I know deep in my bones that is what I must do.
But perhaps it is buried too deep. Deep beneath the colorless ocean of flesh that sits atop my breaking body.
To find it would be a miracle.
Redemption or dismay lies ahead. The fortunes of the world lie in the palm of your hand. Seek and you shall find. Turn a blind eye and you will perish never realizing the true potential of your being.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
Two lovers in each other's arms,
The warm embrace and the steady flow of music invites them to dance.
They stand in the empty hall where no one is watching as the band plays loudly.
He looks into her eyes, and she into his.
They each feel a love with limitless potential. A flower that could blossom over a thousand lifetimes and never waver in its beauty.
But as the music plays, the sound begins to echo in the distance, the lights dim, and the room shrinks.
Before his eyes, her hair turns gray, wrinkles line her face as she appears to shrivel before him.
Although his mind is aware of what is happening, his body sways rhythmically to the sound of music without falter. Tears stream from his face as he too begins to recede. His joints buckle, his back arches and his bones grow weak and heavy.
He leans back as his love begins to float away with the remains of the music on the wind. The stream of tears only grows stronger as he's transported into a drab beige room. The ballroom he was in a moment ago is no more. The music is gone, and around him people he does not know.
He looks down and see's his wrinkled flesh collapsed in a dull brown chair, and at the other people in the room who look upon him with fierce sadness in their eyes.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
A great, and solemn ending
For the esteemed gentleman
A life lived for others
Not lived at all
Never seeking own joy
Never seeking anything
Was he ever alive to begin with?
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
I would always be the one to leave the room.
To stand in the rain
And stare longingly into the distance
Hoping and waiting for something
Or someone
That would never come
My ideals forever under lock and key
Preserved behind a wall
Sadness and fear swallow me whole
knowing that
I will truly
Be alone
For all time
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
Triumphant victory, sews seeds
For a catastporhic downfall.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
Isolation is protection
Protection is aloneness
Aloneness is sorrow
And sorrow leads you back
Back to those you love.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC