"Sometimes words come when you’re on an adventure. Sometimes words come when you’re alone under a starry night sky. Sometimes they beat down on you like the sun. Sometimes they softly fall from the sky like a summer rain. Words about beauty, love, war, hate. Words about passion, sorrow, tears, and smiles. Soft words that speak loud and loud words that speak soft. Words come from everywhere, all sides and all angles. The Words, however, are fleeting and frail, they only wish to be captured and remembered. Stories of far-flung fantasy, grounded reality, dark and dreary, or light and uplifting. This is the Soul of the Word. I sit her, waiting on the Words, waiting for their revelations and insights. My pen is eager, but the fire is starved and cold. Why won’t they come? "

I have galaxies hidden between my bones
And I will love you until the stars burn out

Smoke in the air
Ciggarettes on my tongue
The sweet taste of nothingness
The water is warm
But my heart is ice cold
Unsaid words like acid in my throat

I am not the child of a mother or father
But rather a side effect of a rather unexpected night
I am the child of a broken past
The one that sang me to sleep at night
And tucked me in
It was a better being sheltered by an idea
Then a drunk

Utter silence pierced the night
The still stiffling endless obsidian night
Yet silence spoke true
And it rang loud in my soft ears
Calling to me
Taunting me with its sharp fingers
Its dark thoughts spun round and round
Wrapping me up in it cold embrace
Tears didn't fall
And my face didn't waffer
But was still and unmoving
And I was carried away by no tide of emotion
All I did was open my eyes and saw white
And was at peace with nothing
And felt nothing
And was nothing
Empty

I closed my eyes
And ignored
And was blind
I held my torch high
And my tablet tight
With its righteous words
I closed my eyes to the ignorance
And others followed suit
My green robes flowing around me I became a lie