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Literature

The Ceaseless Watcher

Beholding. More and more knowledge I drink it all in Your secrets Your suffering Your success Your strife The world is a marble That I may spin and focus on Examine endlessly To know all, to possess all knowledge Is to try to pour the ocean into a keyhole Do not open the door Do not be washed away in a sea of information Stay couched on an island A swirl in the glass, And I Will Know You.

Literature

Awakened

My bones My bones They cry out in esoteric anger In angst that I haven't felt Since last decade Angst and anger and pain Pain Pain. Pain that makes me fill my pen And scrawl greasy stains upon parchment Upon vellum scrolls And then transcribe them to the internet. To a medium I swore I'd left behind. One I erased from the prying eyes Of the web. Now… Like a beast from slumber I spread my wings and CRACK My achy joints And squint at the sun For I am awake again. Hungry… longing for the comfort And familiarity…... Of a clam shell heart.

Literature

Saturn Ascending

They say that disaster has a way of remaking our hearts But I don't think I've ever heard them mention disaster making rings Stone and ice and debris orbiting endlessly, floating and twirling Like the ghosts of a million ballroom dancers, Dragging their tired and shredding feet in long practiced steps. Rings that create distance, Balancing ever presently between you and I. Each piece a holdout, a denial, a shame, a meanness, I never was good at goodbyes, Nor better at till next times. Now I spin on, A lonely gas giant, Clutching desperately at this Intricate hoop of memories Blindly grasping for meaning.

Literature

Tired

"I'm tired of feeling like I can't control this. I'm tired of feeling like every next step is hopeless. I'm tired of building something that will break apart I don't want to know the end all I want is a place to start."