nostalgia

right now is passing me by because I'm stuck in yesterday waiting for a word never uttered and a future that cannot be

Epitaph

Time gives way to the timeless Life gives way to death Form gives way to the formless Motion gives way to rest Weep not for me at my passing Mourn not that I finally sleep For death is no more than a passage From time to eternity

luminous

this darkness living and breathing becomes me; and though it is me I am not it, I am only a remnant of Light and the twilight of God, bound by the limitation of being, revealed as nothing more than eternity failed

Starlight

Rain weary air gives way to fire laden breath, a soul escaping the confines of flesh and set free in exhalation of thought; into night on rising tides of fluttering light crowned in autumn hues it flies, upward to drift in an ocean of wonder bedecked with jewels of every color, each the keeper of...

For That Second

For that second you loved me, that second of hope, for that moment of light when I was not alone, for that touch of forever washed away by this pain, for that second you loved me... ...I'd do anything. Inspired tonight by a piece of music that made me reminisce.... 'For That Second' by Rob...

shadows

Shadows haunt me, ghosts of a past I cannot escape-- and you, always there, the shadows are your shape.

Heartless

He pulled skin and muscle aside, his fingers finding the bone beneath as they tore their way through flesh. Working his fingers between the tight spaces, tendons and cartilage popped and snapped as it released from the ribs, which in turn creaked and groaned before finally breaking. He could feel the bone bend and fracture,...

Effervescence

surreal the vastness of morning, awash in the potential of day; limitations set only by the refusal of motion wait to be cast away would it be so hard to imagine that in the haze of tomorrow lies a path of becoming today where hopes and dreams and so many other things are given the...

not yet

barefoot on blades that bend and wave the comfort of earth and her embrace cool the green fades to grey 'neath indigo cloak that shrouds the day and laughing breezes carry evening from miles away peace, their whispers, strung across a gossamer sky, where dreams unfolding are set alight, as a world awakens and comes...

Cutting Away

How much more of me has to die before you stop cutting away pieces of my soul?