As I slid the worn leather bag across the table, the dimly lit room seemed to hold its breath. The hooded figure opposite me leaned forward, their gloved hands reaching for the bag's weathered straps. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was making a grave mistake.

Their gloved fingers delicately unlatched the bag, revealing its contents—a collection of dusty, ...

A crackling energy fills the air,

A force that's felt but can't be seen,

A power that we can't compare,

A source of wonder, bright and keen.

This energy dances and it glows,

It sparks and shimmers all around,

A sight that only nature knows,

A symphony of sight and sound.

It flows through wires and circuits too,

A force that makes our world go 'round,

From lights that brighten up the room,

To pho...

“Where am I? How am I? When am I?”

Dusty looked around a world that felt familiar, but was distinctly different. His mind tried to shut down and proclaim this a dream, but the pain from the burning sun insisted it was real. A quick scan uncovered a shaded area. The instant relief from escaping the piercing rays was short lived and replaced by the pain of small blisters forming on every area of ex...

Reflection is an image in a mirror

It’s something seen through a distorted lens

It isn’t the truth; you can’t really here her

Fear surges realizing there are no amends

We can pretend but in the end it’s over

Never sober your home is here but suspended

Your life, that’s right, you give up and cry

But why? The memories your mind makes?

Their fake! Trust a mistake in this game of lies

Try to realize...

Nothing left and everything remains

Memory of a dream forgotten

Plagued by paths untraveled

Tortured in a haze of what could’ve been

Years ago the choice was made

Once decided, never considered again

The fire of burned bridges makes ghosts

Most still ask how it’s been - but it’s all pretend

This life is a game no one can win when the choice is barely survive or just give in instead.

Doesn’t mat...

Birth. Death. War. Peace.

Attention! At ease.

Love. Hate. Alone. Together.

Stay silent. Survive the weather.

Forever the treasure of life

Exists alongside the strife

Like a knife with two sides

We are all just born to die.

Try and fly despite what you heard

Hiding our burns is the concern

Trying to unlearn what we learned

And it all happens as the world turns.

Urns and empty words is all that...

The night starts with a stretch and a deep breath. Every. Time. Tonight is no different. As the breath leaves her lungs fear tries to creep into her mind, but with a quick glance at the picture hanging in her Sanctuary she pushes the green button.

It’s a new moon.

Reandre allows herself to be distracted for 10 seconds by the Milky Way’s full sky appearance. Then she closes her eyes wishing it we...

Sleep. It must be nice. I haven’t slept in years. Even when the Body is asleep I’m still laser focused. If I’m not, who will be? No one, that’s who! And if no one is plotting the possibilities, then they would all be sorry. They might not even be what they are today. For some, I’ll admit, that could be nice. Wait. That isn’t the point. The point is they need me.

I wish I felt needed. Instead I f...

For most people Life is nothing more than periods of waiting followed by a disappointment. Take that couple across the street as an example. I happen to know they are engaged. So happy for them and yet they are stressed beyond belief. Look at her — bags under her eyes, no smile, frazzled hair. This isn’t because she doesn’t love him. She couldn’t be more in love. But…she’ll be happy once she’s mar...