Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
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”
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
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)
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
Dear Jon, Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon, I hear you have a lady friend; How good for you. Unfortunately, I also hear you like to make women feel As if they are a lesser form of human And that Jon, That is not okay. Dear Jon, Do you have any idea How long the memories … Continue reading Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
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
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
