Fresh, sour,
Cowardly and brave,
All lives within.
Tales of fear and valour,
Novels that turn into trilogies that turn into mysteries.
None shall tell the tale.
Not mind,
Nor face,
Nor body.
I am life,
And I am a mystery.

Only one thing seems
to be certain at this time
more uncertainty
                              Kelly McManus

I’m an empty vessel
Sitting in a chair
Staring at the wall
Waiting for something.
What you may ask?
Anything...
As I sit and wait, I collect dust.
Like a snow globe on a shelf.
Left there to be forgotten

Of all the ways
I’ve watched the world
Fail to take flight

The worst is my own

you asked me why
I never sleep .

what I didn't tell you,
was that it was the only time
the voices weren't awake too .

many preach of being immortal as a cure,
but i see no greater curse
than living--
not even living;
simply existing
until the Earth itself
takes its' eternal rest .