The Impossibility of Youth

Cutting Loose

You don't have the heart to miss me Or the strength to let me go Hanging from the threads of my soul Ragged and wrapped around your fingers There isn't much left that you can take away But still I dangle from the ends of fraying hope At least I had the courage to fight...

metaphor

metaphor is an essential element necessary for extracting and exploring a world that doesn't understand it

Of Passion

Peace is a lie, there is only passion. - The Sith Code I find myself at odds with my passions often enough these days. Not so much that I have them, but that I subject others to them. I once subdued them, and it made me miserable. I didn't write. I didn't play. I didn't...

dichotomy

at war with this peace lost in the decadence of eroded horizons an interruption of wayward hope intrudes in a carnival of silence

The Fallacy of Order

Just hours ago, in dusk's fading, I could see the end of forever, but now I see its beginning... Time is a curious thing while not being a thing at all. It exists because we perceive it to, and while it is measurable and observable, and from our natural perspective, stable and constant, it also...

Submission

The defiance of hope is a pleasant treason born of a necessary fiction to combat the absurdity of life while maintaining the illusion that any of us have any control.

maybe

Maybe we'll find each other again In another time or place Beneath a new sky with new horizons A new world where all can be as we hoped Maybe we'll find that peace between us That once existed between earth and sky The one where lovers were friends And words could do no harm Maybe...

Gaslight

Basking in the twilight hues Of dulled senses embracing An unwelcome darkness A victim of defiant hope Washed away in the afterglow Of faded stonewashed memories Confusion replacing the certainty Of knowing who and what I was, And now I am only What I have been made A product of my own making Or so...

voiceless

Whisper my name one more time and remind me I’m alive, move me with but a breath and let me touch the sky; a thousand words have lost their worth and on fields barren lie, but for the mercy of your voice a thousand more could fly.