Tag: writing

the timekeeper.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” – Anatole France We all know the day will come when we must face the loss of an animal, or we find ourselves forced to make the choice that will end…

the space between

In the space between happiness and hardness, I can find you hiding there. The violence in your head stopping time, but I too, am fucked beyond repair.   In the space between sorrow and sadness, your darkness came to fuse with mine. An introductory of…

the silence.

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story, one that stalls behind gritted teeth. I care not a fuck about spoken words, let them crash amidst tangled feet. I find comfort in the shared silence, please tell me things without speaking. We’ll become observant…

let it settle.

If you ask me what my biggest fear is, I would tell you without hesitation, that it would be to live an unfulfilled life. But my second biggest fear is living a lie. Some of us build and shape our lives and our relationships…

ghosts.

a magnet for the emotionless the ghosts, they floated faded and fucked up to a full heart, bloated poltergeists take up space never permanent, only drifting paranormal self destroyers carry the weight, heavy lifting curse of the apparition prepare for the exorcism expel the heart…

the poison tree.

It is sick and twisted, a gnarled tree that feeds from poisonous soil. It blooms sweet flowers, a magnificent deception that lures in the innocent. The antithesis of a giver, it sucks the oxygen straight from the lungs. Thorns embellish its branches, curved like…

run Lucifer, run.

  A black veil of lies masks the true form beneath He longs for the angelic soul – too far out of reach She is the chosen one – cuts straight through the deceit Lucifer, it’s time to reveal your horned head and hoofed feet…