The sound of the door closing wrenched him from his drunken slumber and into the crushing reality of consciousness. He groaned, the sour smell of cheap beer and bad sex clinging to him like a film. Blearily he reached for his glasses and instead found a note written in crisp lettering: "Hopefully see you tonight?" … Continue reading After the Night
Tag: Romance
Smoke and Mirrors
How often she has taken me to her lips,The taste of honey-smoke dreams wafting,Drifting like handfuls of dripping arias,Intoxicating, the poisonous laughter,So I, enthralled and blissful, seek,Her incandescent eyes reflecting eternity,Of the hollow of my soul.
A Sort of Danse Macabre
In fiery tongues of the ancient fireling,Dances the ghost of the Magician's Daughter,and her paramour, the starry-eyed Owl King,Their zephyrus song-revelry growing louder,Summon shadow-laughter, crackling kindling,While the warlock trapped weeps to be without her,Her, who lies in darkness, unseen fate-weaving,Whisper prayers for forgiveness in spring showers,Magic made real only through painful living.
11:22PM
Jittery and anxious, he played over their conversation in his head for the seventy-third time. There was definitely something to it, right? He wasn't overthinking things - this was perfectly normal behavior (for whatever passes for "normal" nowadays, right?). He carefully typed out his thoughts, the haptic feedback turning every word into a heartbeat. SENT … Continue reading 11:22PM
The Ruinous Path
So I must hesitate, chest pounding in misery, And consider my next moment, next eternity, Must I keep running along this desolate shore, To chase someone I that feel condemned to adore? If only I could catch up to you, reach out, and - But once again, you withdraw your outstretched hand. Every moment’s pause, … Continue reading The Ruinous Path
Thoughtlessly Waiting
Gray nights and cold evenings alone,A half-consumed cigarette, a glass of dark rum,The radio plays your song, so I hum along,As I wait for the next you, the next The One.
Stormy Skies Remind Me
Stormy skies remind me of your eyes, Breezy highs in the lows of winter, your sighs, Wild flowers you've tended carelessly grow smiles, While music on the iPod blare your favorite files, Somehow the world revolves around your memory, Know now and forever, you are extraordinary.
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
The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me
What had become of my friends in this city of memories, Who laid hands to my life and spun delicate reality: Where now goes the eloquence of that wordy smith by the sea? What of that cleverly motherly poet-visionary? My dear brother, and his lovely wife, a blossoming fairy? The venerable old leader's quest, manic … Continue reading The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me
