Another thing lost among the woods.
He clung onto ideas like air; a worn down notepad kept snug in his back pocket was proof of his desperate and voracious thoughts. He wrote with a pointed hunger; every three seconds, he popped out a pen from his front pocket and the notepad from his back. Every three seconds he'd scribble down another … Continue reading The Way We Used To Be (or ‘Ghosts’)
The tightening in my chest, at best, is the result of my missing breath. Nevertheless-- I take in words like air. There are things I wish I could say, Some feelings I wish I could lay on your mind if you don't mind-- But then, I might. Real-talk now: there's a little trouble, Doubling over … Continue reading Binds
My happiness was in her smile, and the way she glided effortlessly around our home… and everywhere, really. She was contained, but wild-- a calculated storm. She was the sound of a piano, of an acoustic guitar-- calming music that fills you up and warms your heart. That was her. We were never a match. … Continue reading Inevitable
Don’t be afraid of the creatures that lurk in the deep dark; That crawl and scratch away At your memories in the twilit night. They mean well. They feed on your nightmares Breathe gentle stories quietly Into your mind to ease the pain Sucking the horror from … Continue reading Don’t Be Afraid
Time is a funny little bitch. Time ends, begins, and ties everything together into one cataclysmic present that is life. And it goes on. And on. And on. Until it doesn’t. Until you breathe your last breath, or say your last goodbye, or, in this case: Until it stops. It’s a funny notion to think … Continue reading What if… Time Stopped
It started with a crumb. A tiny, minuscule thing, which one probably wouldn’t think anything of—other than to clean it up off of the ground beneath an unruly toddler at lunch time. Crumbs are not important to anyone but mothers and ants; both of whom clean them up in their own way. The mother by … Continue reading The Crow Princess (…or Olivia)