Screaming into the Abyss

Screaming into the abyss churning below the edge of certainty, The voice dissolves into the insurmountable void, and so Coalesces into that petrified sea of ink, which leaves Oily stains, dark on my consciousness, likened to A maw of ever-swallowing nothingness, until the Whimpers bubble from a font of pitch, which I recognize, as my … Continue reading Screaming into the Abyss →

In the Temple of my Gods

There are times when I step away, from the fleeting march of this life, and fall into the woods of the Deep, a country of clinging fog. Beyond that step is a temple, a labyrinth, a library, the hollow within the eye of a crestfallen artist. The walls are made from the thing of dreams, … Continue reading In the Temple of my Gods →

Deepest Sleep

I confess to finding odd comfort in that special type of sleep, Where restless minds suddenly wake as the body slips away, With limbs slack like a puppet's strings cut, abandoned, And for a moment you accept that you're dead, But no, you breathe, shallow and broken, And no, you realize, in fits and starts, … Continue reading Deepest Sleep →

Cutting Ties

It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties →

The Ghost Returns

A sharp intake of breath as it comes - the moment to which you practiced a myriad responses a hundred times in your head but was always unable to commit to - rears it’s beautiful head. The message flashes, “I miss you.” And so that chilled vice takes hold in your chest, squeezing out the … Continue reading The Ghost Returns →

A Reminder from a Crocus

An inconsequential thought often occurs to me, About the despair that proceeds the realization, That eventually comes to all of us, That we are, to be frank, but idle passing thoughts, Of a truly awful and grand cosmic procession, Whose fleeting lives can neither be confirmed nor denied, By anyone truly aware of the scope … Continue reading A Reminder from a Crocus →

Of Winters Past

Let the unsaid things be left unsaid, As we share a final cigarette, The warmth of intertwined hands, And the knowledge that winter will end.

To Stop Healing

I wake having forgotten your name, Like a long-lost place, a dream's remains, The pain evaporates, but leaves hollow space, In my mind - the disgrace of betrayal, The ache of love turned to hate, The horror I feel, as memory fades, Holding on tight, to delay the decay Of the lingering pain of that … Continue reading To Stop Healing →

A Reflection of the Board State

Winter slowly embraces,A cold country home,Filled now with wistful feelings,And of things I left undone. Letters scattered on the desk,These tearful goodbyes,From someone I used to know,Unless that too was a lie. Near the window, the whispers,Words I wished unsaid,A friendly game unfinished,White to move, but black is dead. Negligence transforms the room,My proud illusion,Untouched … Continue reading A Reflection of the Board State →

I Cannot Let Go

A fist forms, shaking, around a bleeding memory, squeezing every drop, of distant joy, which drips drips into the sand, of an endless desert, flowing forever.