Nature | Stream of Consciousness

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as nature untamed? ~ It races without a heartbeat, a pulse, or gleam of sweat. The heat of the sun, rather than slow it, allows it to expand expeditiously about its expansive canvas, as long as rain is a constant variable in life’s divine equation. Free of…

love in time | poem/song

even if we don’t talk for years and years I’ll still hold you close to my heart even when time separates us you’ll always be apart of my life, of my life and I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep and you won’t fall to time I can guarantee and you won’t fall…

now they know | stream of consciousness

what could they know finale part 1 part 2 ~ How many lies until I get to open the door to the real world? How many memories must I earn to be welcome to reality? I asked what could they know, I asked myself what I am– and with confidence I can now say it….

Identity | Saturday Prose

There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…

trading eyes | poem

mustn’t trade souls for I do not what is foreign. trading eyes– just for a small time!– will let us see this world in a new light from a different life. I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows to make this old city something golden, but only from your eyes. from mine you tell…

Yuki-Onna | Poem

Dark coils of raven hair whitened by winter’s snow Skin pale and blue from antiquated rage and the unrelenting, tumultuous cold Poised in a glistening meadow of snowflakes, of ice To steal the souls and petrify the bodies of any mortal life A disconcerted but enchanted mortal would wander to her form Too entranced to…

evil | stream of consciousness

part 1 Realized and actualized, internalized and sentient: are the evil bodies that float within me really my own? Do I accept them as my own, or continue living as if I were good? Am I good? Prove it to me that I’m not as evil as my most evil thought. Prove it to me,…

Age of Ages | Poem

Stone way of feeling Bronze way of reacting Medieval way of perception, rather how we are perceived, Industrial way of seizing (Did we miss something from how we felt and how we reacted?) What is our way now? It is: the expanding balloon of the human mind, the mind we all share if shared with…

purpose | poem

not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person but in the constraints one can find purpose as in the murkiest of waters…

Plight of Obsession | Poem

the phoniest of flattery the most lascivious of lies the cacophony of coquettish ramblings: all are the plights of an unreciprocated obsession, not born out of love, but of rabidly ill intent. ~ Sammicakes