The written worlds of the mad ones
Those who have not learned to fly for all their wings have not sprouted
I chased those clear wholesome night and ended them with bleak sorrow
Grip my wrists and show me goodness for I fear I may never learn the souls
Tell me in whispers those memories of before, the ones that were not yet tainted by lust or grief
Tomorrow holds not promise but heartache, I fear I have fallen deep into caverns
Lost and unchecked they pushed me farther down, my eyes dost weep yet there is no sound
I’m worried, I cannot grasp this reality you’ve placed me in. Everything feels new and I might never see the end
Heal my heartache with physical pleasures, if left alone I will fall into gluttony
Let me not be alone I will become lost

How do you put such profound emotions into words?

Do you paint them onto the page like a gentle brush swooping and sliding?

Do you shout them from the stage into an audience of frightened eyes?

Do you quickly write them down with a stern ballpoint scratching into blank paper?

Do you whisper them softly into curious ears with gentle and intimate intention?

Do you scream them at your memories till your throat burns?

Or do you silently stare at the sky and think them into the abyss?


~S.C. Kelley

I feel the sunlight on my face
And it reminds me of your warm embrace
The one for which I long
When I’m weak it makes me strong
It was sad to watch you walk away
But I know we’ll make it back together some day
You don’t believe my words
How many times have I said it? Is it the second? Or the twenty-third?
I love you without earthly notion
You fill me with a variety of emotion
And I will always feel love for you and us
Love far deeper than lust
Imagine our island in the sky
On a single cloud floating by

We will make it there,
I swear