Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
If you only knew That the horrors which bare their teeth from the shadows Bare them not Because they feel superior And because they wish to consume you, But rather, Because they are afraid And they are blinded By the light which you cast Into their world of only themselves, In which the natural light … Continue reading For Fear
The words spill out from time to time Like blood from an open wound Dark and thick against the backdrop Of shallow conversation There are terrors worse Than those we face in the waking world Horrors that haunt The empty moments The spaces between The noise and the silence When the pounding in our ears … Continue reading Like Blood From an Open Wound
Some run from what they fear Seeking solace in that which is undefined to them They curl Like pages from a nearby flame Growing darker from the heat nonetheless Others live in such a way That they avoid all perceived threats Distant from the battlefield Hearing only of the horrors In passing tales But fear … Continue reading You Are So Much More
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 