The twinkle in your eye The intonation of your voice All of it lost In the Vacuum The lie in your smile The truth in your tone Again, lost, To the Vacuum Don't leave me here Strange things happen here I am unguided, untethered Reckless, in the Vacuum Words Naked on a page Void of [...]
The echo of heat is all that remains Buried under aloof neglect The flame went out A great fire raged here Long ago Surrounded by trappings Sealed on all sides by expectations It suffocated Starkly refusing to acknowledge it's existence, It starved Red hot embers glowed Then, fuel met water Extinguishing what remained of possibility [...]
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Beloved memories forged in chaos
Tested to the limitEndured all they couldIn the end measured and found themselves wanting Life weighed against perceptions of perceptionsTried and tiredHeartbroken They left us behindWhat we would give for but one more moment To forgive, to forgetTo linger in a gaze,to share a smileTo hear and to be heardJust one more To sit together [...]
It appears your pantaloons are ablaze again I wish I knew what purpose it serves for you For perhaps then I wouldn’t be so offended So taken aback at every turn I question my investment The time it takes for the words to spill from your lips To the time they strike my ear I [...]
Smiles lay heavy upon our lips Our mouths empty caverns, through which jumbled alphabets clamour and spill Forming sharp stalactites and mighty stalagmites Forging treacherous paths Over time, from below and above fuse to impressive columns of silence, containing all the things never said As we grow, we tread old patterns on new paths Search [...]
Images and shapes sharpen into focus Then fade to blurs in the background Breath comes in puffs of smoke and steam A cacaphony of sound surrounds Disorienting and overwhelming Crashing all around Then you appear Manifested, as if from a dream Focus, Calm True An embrace A crime I breathe you in A scent so [...]
For The Quiet - Coming November 2020 This website is very much like my journal and I tend to share things here that I may not share with just anyone. There is something comforting and protective in sitting behind the screen of a laptop and talking about the things in my life that feel like [...]
He hadn’t slept in days Needed to keep moving His beige hoodie looked new. Ish. Ill-fitting, but warm. Necessary. More than a 5 o’clock shadow across hollow cheeks, The greys show through Now more salt, than pepper Would they recognize him? He fixed his hair, slightly thinner on top Shadows stretched [...]
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