Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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.
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
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
