Home A mere string of words can stir up so much in a person's heart. I've been fascinated by this for as long as I can remember. I am, because I write. ...
I would hit the brakes as hard as I could, is what I told myself. . . . There's this one road I travel on very regularly. It's a fairly busy road. Scenic, with the mountains looming in the near distance. Fading into existence from their deep slumber as the sun greets them in the sky at dawn. Light, breathing life into natures skyline. The chirps of the birds and the rushing of the cars populate…
I've been waiting for the cold to show up for so long I couldn't stand the heat, the humid, and the bugs But the winter has taken the leaves from my tree It stole from the branches, the twigs, and the shrubs I try to grasp at the rot that is left, But the frost has bitten my fingers to stubs I'm left with half of the flesh on my hands, All swollen and mauve from the congealed blood If only the…
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a merchant in a small village. He was a merchant very skilled in his craft. They said he could sell about anything to about anyone. He could sell a slice of cheese to a cat, or a glass of milk to rat. He could sell apples to a bee, or honey to a tree. He could even sell words. A penny for his thoughts, and a dime for dozen. But above all else,…
The bells toll again, Rhythmically, painfully, melodically, corrosively Chipping away at my cranium, Bit by bit by - bitten; I'm being bitten straight through my veins The hours tick by like seconds, Slowly, rapidly, effortlessly, aggressively Slipping out my left atrium, Inch by inch by - inching; it's all inching away till nothing remains Every hour I hear a ring, muffled by the sounds of my…
Temporal wings, no wonder they say time flies Am I forgetful? How do I still fail to realize We've been here, making memories, and with us, words; a paraphernalia of lies [ ✦ Spare a thought! ]
The lady on the sun had a man on the moon. . . He looked so sad sitting all by himself that I just couldn't help myself trying to make him smile. It started off as a little challenge and so soon became the purpose of my life. I loved him, I loved him so very much that I just had to try my best to be as warm and as bright as I could be, so that he could rely on me for comfort and for happiness. He…
The man on the moon had a wife on the sun. . . For God knows how long, I had been a very lonely man. No one to rely on, no one to light up my life. But soon, she came along. A bright, warm bundle of joy. She was acting all goofy, trying to make me smile and she did. I cracked open into a huge smile and to my suprise, that crack stayed open. She made things easier for me, made things better, became…
I've rested my head on this tree for so long, it's started to grow around me. My body's gone sore from standing too long, my minds been as still as can be. I have no holes in my body, so where did all my blood go? My brains been breathing so less recently. Where did it all go? I swear it drained into a puddle by my feet, on this ground of idle I stand in. I've always hated lifting my head from…
The saturation felt as if drained from the world that night, as I looked onwards at the gloom-stricken trees and started my trek across the gravel path lit faintly by the hazy, dim moonlight. Even taking a short and little breath was painful on that harsh and chilly night. "Where the moon but cries, Where the grass but bleeds, In the midst of the forest, Where the mist calls a chorus, A fallen …"…
Blink. Blink. Blink. The Yellow light in front of me flickers, blinking in and out of existence. Yellow. Gray. Yellow. Gray. My surroundings shift color, changing from the warm yellow that the traffic light provides to the cold, dark gray of the night. The traffic light is simple. Red means stop. Green means go. Yellow, yellow means get ready, you cannot stay stopping, you cannot keep going. Wait.…