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

Fade

I long for the peace
that comes with dying:

to fade into the afterglow
of a life no longer wanted,
to settle into the stillness
and comfort of oblivion,
drifting aimlessly and endlessly
in the comfort of not being,
unaware of my awareness,
and blissful in the nothingness;

but twilight holds me captive,
and I must linger yet a while
between here and there.

A Philosophical Discourse Between Groot and Hodor On Self Identity and What It Is To Be

I’m sorry. I had to. There’d better some damn award waiting on me for this one. This was intense to write.

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I am Groot.

Hodor.

I am Groot.

Hodor.

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It beckons:
a moment that’s only
a breath away,
the space between
life and death where
living really happens;
a chance,
a risk,
a rush,
and the hope forgetting
what brought me here,
the thrill of the storm
charging the blood,
until the fire burns out
and the sweetness of pain
replaces the bitterness of being.

gutted

The void internal:
an empty expanse,
only a reminder of what was
and now is not;

a loss of blood,
a loss of soul,
a loss of being,
remains the cold;

and there is nothing
to stop stop the egress
of a heart with nothing to hold it,
and protect it from itself;

if there was anything but this,
anything more than nothing,
that could save me,
the me that was you,
I would surrender,
but there is only

time that is not mine

and the void eternal.