The flames are licking at the open air, Falling as they tastes what’s theirs, Straight from God’s living room. “It’s as they said” ‘Yeah, they certainly called it.’ “You think it’s too late?” ‘It’s never really too late, Unless night has already fallen about, at least. Which reminds me: What time is it anyway? I’ve been around for too long, The contrast just starts to average out. It all feels like dusk.’ “I think you mean dawn, But you might be onto something there. There might still be just enough time to get there, And at least watch.” ‘Might as well, I … Continue reading Vacancy in the minds of learned men

Have a seat. The class will begin shortly, And you’ll cause a disturbance. “Excuse me, I’m not really sure whats going-” Uh, uh, uh. Raise your hand please. This is a vital part of the process that is going to make you a better person. We’re going to fix you, you know. You won’t have anymore of these problems with feelings of emptiness, No more nightmares of nothingness, No more anything. We’ve taken a step back in the field of Other People’s Lives, To a time when the answer was as simple as science: Remove the plagued part of the … Continue reading Better Person

“I don’t really write this to you, you know. It kind of found its way into your hands, Into where it belongs. With destiny as its mail-carrier, My silent confessions, Encrypted epiphanies, And pseudo-intelligible ramblings have all reached you. The whole ordeal is reverential. Its deserving of attention; Note worthy, you might say. There’s something here, No more excuses. Archaeology was never my strong suit, But I’ve got the weight of a entire mode of thought riding my back. To keep me on schedule.” ‘Didn’t write it to me, huh? Then who managed to scribble down the address that Destiny … Continue reading Destiny

My heart is set aflame, Burning away slowly at the feet of my soul, In empathy. The years that are to come and have gone have taken their toll all at once, In a great strike of the blacksmith’s hammer, The hammer of Fate herself, Upon your not yet tempered, Malleable and uncertain path. I can feel the shockwaves, And my eyes cannot escape the devestation of the forests, The leveled mountains jump up in plains all around me. Tears leap from my gaze, Causing me to see, How the first rivers were born. I feel the leper’s ache, Through … Continue reading The Anatomy of Sorrow

You’d think that the rain would wash away our sins, And provide us with the benefit of forgetting. But it just ends up converting our world to mud. We’re slipping, Tripping, Falling, And hiding our tears amidst the chaos. We shield our eyes against the lighting we know is there, Cover our ears from the piercing reminder of a split. Fracture of our expectations. The aftermath is frustration. Can’t get a hold of the ground, Mud keeps falling through our fingers. And we keep sinking down, Down. The tree branches and blown over trash cans serve as monuments, For non-momentous … Continue reading Eye Of the Storm