Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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)
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost
Some moments Are never lost But live on In memories We should hope That the memories we forge Are those based On times of joy And moments of progress As well as those That help to remind us where it is we came from And the choices we have made The risks that were taken … Continue reading Some Moments
There are days Where I feel As if I have nothing left Nothing left that is my own Nothing left to hold close Nothing left to give But then I am reminded That even were that true And all that I possess were to fade away I have you Not as a trivial thing to … Continue reading And That is Enough
With damage done by those we love The wounds can often feel Like they encompass all we are Like nothing else is real As time goes by we often try To make like we are healed But memories bring clarity And hidden pain can be revealed But know with patience, time, and hope Deep wounds … Continue reading Our Pain Does Not Define Us
The voice still echoes A constant reminder Saying over and over "You are never going to be enough" That the cycle cannot and will never end Failure then hope then failure Coalescing every time in disappointment It would be so easy To listen To believe To give in and give up Letting go Falling away … Continue reading Echoes
There will be days When the shadows close in From every corner of the room And the clouds outside Will not abate There will be nights Where the soft pattering Of rain against the window Brings no peace For the sound may serve As a stark reminder Of the world that lays beyond And how … Continue reading From Every Corner of the Room
Outside The rain is falling And the sound of droplets against my window fills the room I lay Watching the water run down the glass The light from the street lamps illuminating each drop As the shadows play across the floor The air is cool And the oppressive moisture has gone Replaced with a gentle … Continue reading Between Then and Now
In the mountains of the Carolinas I've worked to put it all behind but All the memories still bind us In a way But wait With new ones maybe I can find That there's still time enough And light enough A new mind, aligned, in spite of Scenes with dreams implied No white doves Only … Continue reading In the Mountains of the Carolinas
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