For as long as anyone can dare to remember, Ravens Hollow has been nothing but a flickering ember.

Surrounded by a dark forest where the winds would whisper,

Their hollow voices went straight through the villagers hearts,

Dripping them with fear as their memories depart,

Leaving them feeling lost and confused with dread ridden terror.

If they listened hard enough they could faintly make out the r...

You know that feeling you get?

When your skin crawls—filling you with dread?

Nestling in your head

with the shit that’s left unsaid.

As the voices and the voiceless—

the screaming is pointless.

The sound ripping through the silence

seams endless.

When the threads that connect us

have been ripped to shreds.

When you’re looking at the light

from a hole that you wished would die—

While the visuals...

In the symphony of existence, we are not broken.

We are weavers of wisdom, each one of us a poet,

With quills dipped in blood and tears.

We’re notes in a divine melody composed of our happiness and fears,

The seemingly perfect moments like a cloud in the sky,

The rest as black as a stack of black cats; impervious to light.

Life makes inroads into the frozen unspoken,

Oceans of emotion...

Once there was an orphan named Spera, whose name meant "hope for what lies beyond." She had a heart of gold that often became an empty vessel. Fading between worlds, the first time her heart ceased to be, she was terrified that it didn’t make a sound. She didn’t know then that it was a gift, which others thought was wrought with peril. The next time felt more like a dream: a calm slipping through ...

All my life, we have been at each other’s throats,

creating dissonance in the symphony of life’s song,

coloring every right a shade of my every perceived wrong.

As clouds of struggles form and block out the sun

of my soul, leaving me a hot, shivering cold,

a mess of a man,

relinquishing myself under your control.

Slipping through life like sands of a one-sided hourglass,

forever falling where no ...

In a world full of roses,

Be the crown of thorns,

Whilst everyone gets lost in woes,

Shine bright amidst life’s storms,

Though some may freeze like winter snow,

Shivering like a leaf tattered and torn,

Be the apricity that thaws their soul,

The pause between the breath…death is reborn!

—TerrySalmon-...

I sit here and look to the trees for answers,

while a hushed breeze falls from the leaves' laughter.

In our rumination of the past and the future,

always searching for meaning, forgetting what matters.

The beginning of "I" and its fated downward spiral,

breeding thoughts of madness, falling forever deeper,

into a darkness that swallows another's inner light.

The wind picks up—leaves fall like rain...

The other day something happened that I would’ve thought impossible,

A sad reminder that all live is unpredictable,

One second everything was great, the next something completely inexplicable,

Unbelievable, unthinkable, inconceivable,

Unreasonable completely premature,

A sad reminder of how precious life can turn into a battle,

That makes everyone bow their heads in a moment of prayer…

For Chasta...

Sometimes life is going great then in an instant starts to shift.

All the love gets replaced with hate and I hate to admit.

That everything just accumulates,

Yet before I submit and let this escalate.

I’m gonna keep fighting and beat it!!

Yeah right!!

It’s way past too late for that but at least I tried it.

I didn’t lay down like I’m weak and keep taking it. But in the end I guess I was….

A...

This anxiety is a shadow that never leaves me.

It starts out silently, siphoning my vitality,

Quickly turning violently, rewriting my reality.

It takes over privately, tirelessly invading my privacy.

Blood boils as the pulse beats with fury,

Turning everything I know into pure misery.

Each breath becomes a battle, a struggle to remain whole,

Breaking me to pieces; I fight for contro...