Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"Lucid Moments" - Recorded 1/1/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them There are times whereI hear,I see,Better than others,Where the cacophony of lightAnd noiseFades and melts away,Leaving room forThe quiet and otherwise hiddenWhispers and colors,Like the seconds betweenThe minutes on the clock,To rise and be perceivedNo longer less than,But equal to,Bringing with … Continue reading Lucid Moments
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
They've entered your thoughts again, my dear, And by now I hope it's clear They've no interest in your best interest They offer nothing to you but fear. They've come to take what can be taken, To shake free what can be shaken, To pilfer while you're lulled to sleep, So my darling, please awaken. … Continue reading That You May Never Feel Alone
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
The dying sun Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue And for a moment Everything else fades away And I am left searching for my lungs Searching for the feeling I know is there But cannot quite place into words A sentimental sort of glow That makes its way through my body From my … Continue reading An Elusive Clarity
How far we have fallen is only ever clear In contrast to how high we were before And how much higher we had meant to climb Just like I know No-one will ever really know My failure and my shame If they never really know What it was I was trying to attain
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
I find myself in awe At the relentless procession of days and months How even the seconds and minutes Which seem at times too minuscule And like sand between fingers slip from perception Pile up one after another Until Before we have even realized it Half of our lives have fallen behind us And we … Continue reading A Reflection on the Passage of Time
There are and always will be Periods of life Where hope is but a flicker A dim glow In a dark, dark room Brief and unpredictable Its source often obscured at first Fading quickly into the shadows that abound But we can learn To observe And with time We are able to see Wherefrom such … Continue reading Wherefrom Such Hopes are Born
In darker moments It is hard to see Beyond the shadows Which fill the room Crawling out From every corner From beneath the furniture Falling from the ceiling and pouring out over the carved wooden molding that lines the walls Fear is born of uncertainty Of what we cannot see Far more than what we … Continue reading In the Dark of Night
