when time is running out,I see two eyes in the blackness,telling me to...break from the chains holdingeach limb, blast of rain,a left arm of grief,a right arm of torment,a left leg of a thief,a leg of an advent,leading towards a ripin the tapestry,searching for a cureto madness,breaking a pattern of sadness.
Nothing to witness. One more piece to find. With only one thought racing around.
has been drawn. Now the fight,commences, bloody to the endand lost in a blight, deep in starswondrously bright with wine.
a single word, all that's there, the only thought about, that tracks with tricks to maybe try again,dying, to breathe,rebirth to a state of tears,thinking only thoughts about,trying again
Halfway through the phone number, I lost my nerve and jabbed a single finger against the red button. I shoved my phone aside, but couldn't quite find the gumption to chunk the thing against the wall. I threw it against a pillow instead. A tiny second passed. A calm one. Because it was filled to …
The anonymous nature of writing helps me process. I write my feelings, I write my ideas, and I hope so much for my own skill to rise. I have high expectations. For myself. I've written many things just in the past year. The posts on this blog have helped me understand. Or, I've finally gotten …
with every choice to live, to lie, to linger.with every thought in mind, to quell my racing heart. that never wants to be subdued. a flare in a maze,a drop on a dune,my heart races to always live, to never sleep,with every choice to breathe, to find my four directions,and find a line to follow.
When I found the weapon, I managed to rip it free. It stayed within my hands for a hundred years. It drank blood, it drank soul, and it chewed bone. I should be buried. Gone. But, their power became my flesh. My blood. My will to fight on. This living 'weapon' was mine. It had …
Spotting one leopard spotWilted, the heart hurts, just trying to bloom belowthe snow, inside the shallowhall, adorned with red, blue, purple,black, yellow, green, light brown,wilted but never fading.
out along, outer rim, aloft on firerunning out of airask one and diewithout a drop turning scars to pillars and roots reignfrom rot, and brought to its kneesdotting theoutsideto be just enough