Originally published March 8, 2018. "Limbo Is" - Recorded 1/24/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/03/08/limbo-is/ Special note: This poem was inspired by a post on the blog "Sara in Lalaland": https://sarainlalaland.com/2017/09/10/living-in-limbo/ Limbo isA word I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Limbo Is”
For all that lies between. "Dream:" - Recorded 1/24/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Dream:.This.(All)SeenInto,Through,Eyes of,Me,You,World:WickedLost,Cruel,Boy / Girl,Only wantTo beFound,Seen,To know,To show,WhatWeMean,Like…love…YetWhat "" means,Don't know...Only inFilm scene,HazyMemories,Time when,Then,-Pain-Only inSkin,Bruised andBleed knees,Torn jeans,Lost asPlace,Not state,Of mind,Hand inMineTo findA guide,Always then,PlaceTo hide,Out orInside,Now onlyLed to findNew reasonsTo cry,New waysTo die,Whole worldOutside,Big, brightYetFlicker, lightTableside,Fight,Ego, … Continue reading Dream:
"I Have Cursed the Moon" - Recorded 12/30/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them What is to be done?How to make this right?How does anyoneeven sleep at night? I have screamed.I have cried.I have cursed the moon,wishing I had died…and I have tried. And yet… The sun each day,it circles 'round,whether its … Continue reading I Have Cursed the Moon
I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”
Deep dive to Shallow pool Through and Into the black; Jump right back. "It's just a reflection." …shivers down my spine. All distance: A journey, Yet to be defined. All longing: Absence, Yet to be defined.
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around... Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be