Quiet cold

Give breath huddled days days

As magnolias bloom

Rain washes the bitter chill away

The vibrant heat

Carries me anew to the beach

The endless day

The long walks through the ally ways

As darkness creeps

Spooky souls wonder the streets

Give thanks for the new and old

And recieve the gift of the quiet cold...

As I entered the ancient sanctuary, standing alone in the forest cloaked in darkness, my nerves began to calm. Ready as I could be for whatever might happen during the purifying ceremony and fully conscious of the fact that I could never go back to who I was before entering. I took a deep and powerful breath, steadied myself, and took the critical first step inside. Once through the threshold, I w...

Pain

Finds me

Agony

Guides me through

A sharp, shallow breath

Carry the weight of it

Begin to worship her there

Her outstretched arms bend and wrap me

Break through my hollow wings toned with ire

Become the staff in the eternal fire...

When I pry open my tired eyes

And my exhausted soul begins to writhe

The ghostly wind whips through the pane

The dark air on which I survive

The rough thickness of my restless sheets

The stolen smiles on my shadowed walls

Through my brittle, hollow door

My still body feels the deafening call

Paralyzed and ensnared in time

Trapped in my rigid body

Feeling their presence all around me

Unable to s...

Can you hear me?

Winding back my head.

Repulsed by your indifference

Wishing I was dead

Can you hear me?

Anguish through your thoughts

Wailing in the distance

Watching my veins rot

Can you hear me?

Looking down your throat.

Waiting for an answer

Frozen to the bone.

Can you hear me?

Blowing like black wind through your house.

Clouding up your mirrors

Hemorage from my mouth

Can you hear me?...

There is no separation.

From tendon and bone.

From building and sky.

From you and from home.

The spice in the air.

The sun in your hair.

From your eyes and mine.

From pain and despair.

To destroy is to change.

To change is to live.

To live is to love.

In love we stay the same.

There is no destruction.

No taking light from the sun.

Every piece has its place.

And all together is one...

She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet. She looks into his eyes deeply. Longingly. Knowing. Believing that if she could just crack through this one last barrier, there would be nothing stopping them from the bliss of eternal togetherness. Yet, although he would love nothing more than to give her what she desires. Everything she desires. He is frozen. Paralyzed. Trapped unde...

To be honest, there’s nothing compulsive about it. It’s just… natural. I wake up every morning the same exact way. My dreams are what some people would consider to be… upsetting. Disturbing. Stressful. I dunno, I’m used to them. It’s been that way for a very long time. Longer than I can remember. So long that I can’t remember waking up with a different feeling in my body. It just feels normal at t...

I feel myself floating through cold darkness as the tail end of my dream begins to fade away into the ether of sleep. This leaves me with a eerie feeling, when the gentle rumbling of the car snaps me awake. I jolt upright and the bright light glaring through the windows temporarily overwhelms me as I try to get my bearings. My hand rises to block my face from the sun as my eyes adjust.

An older ...