“I didn’t think about that…”

“You don’t think about anything.”

Around them are the ashes of what once was their home. The villain, and the so called “hero”. They stand together and alone, alone with the ashes and soot of this once great kingdom.

Once upon a time, there was a hero. A bright young boy, bound to save the world. The days turned to weeks, turned to months, turned to years, and that ...

Once upon a December

I keep forgetting though I wish to remember

A dream is a wish

That may never come true

I’m almost there

And my childhood is through

Sons of Adam, daughters of eve

I may love it but it’s time to leave

Dead men never tell any tales

It’s time to hide, I have failed...

I stared god in the eyes and saw nothing

I have lived a hundred lives yet I still struggle to be something

No amount of words or pictures can live up to the pain of being a survivor of a civilization of destruction

I walk for miles in the desolate world and yet I find no one

I write my thoughts with only hope that someone will hear me

I paint the winds with my sorrow hoping someone will see

Thoug...

Everything is still and silent. Sound being drowned out by the pressing of the darkness. The cellar has always been humid, making the air sticky and inescapable like an itch. Footsteps approach and he kneels to the ground shelf to find something. He believes he is alone, though I know better. He never comes here, never feeling the usually humidity, or smelling the usual decay or rust. He will be t...

The room is dead silent, all but the thump of my leg bouncing up and down under the table. “Ms.#### do you have anything else to say?” The voice booms in my ears, the anger boiling inside me, “your honor,” I start “I confess.” The room gasps and is flooded with the sickly voice of gossip. “Then I see this trial as clo-“ I open my mouth and the words begin to flow, “I confess to doing nothing wrong...

Can you keep a secret

Nope...

He drops his coat on the ground, allowing himself to slump against the wall in a brief moment of relaxation. Once again, unannounced, the angel comes knocking at his door. “What, here to gloat?” He stands from the wall and questions the angel, a repeating cycle he wished to end. The angel is suddenly in front of him, squinting in confusion “why would I? I’ve lost as well.” There’s a moment of sile...

Held, beheld, beloved

Hold, behold, beloved

Obtain, witness, cherish

Clutch, watch, devote

Without is a purgatory

Tormented with thoughts of heaven and memories of hell

Missing is a curse

A binding between nothing and everything

Hatred is a maze

Lost beyond the thin line of love and disdain

To open your clutch is to be almost without

To look away is to regret what you miss

To grudge is to hate t...