MarionetteI see a line of butterflies From the window to the doorDarkened tones of ecstasy Revealing nothing moreThe only evidence of another soul Is the lonely click of a penBut ominous murmurs suggest several more Reside beyond the realm of menPiano melodies float from an upwards hall Violas follow suitWordless mouths and puppet-stringed feet Echo from a windless roofThe doors are locked, the windows closed Yet the lonesome waltz persistsManipulated, the living fear What the half-dead might have missedSingular breaths are useless As the darkness closes inSkeletal mysteries shrouded in grey ask no further questions
New Year's Ramble I don't know why people make such a big deal out of New Year's Day. It's supposed to be a celebration of new beginnings, a fresh start. But life doesn't really change all that much. Maybe if we got a reset button every first of January, it would be worth all the hype, but the only tangible change is the last digit of the year. That's it. Everything else remains largely unchanged. As for New Year's resolutions, why? Why only one day dedicated to setting new goals for ourselves? Instead of setting unrealistic or immeasurable goals meant to last us the whole year, why can't we set meaningful goals for ourselves every day? Then instead of spending the next New Year's Eve pondering how you failed to lose those last five pounds or how you're not sure how to tell whether or not you were "a nicer person" this year, you can wake up each day with a f
Counter-Tick ClockFourteen days on the counter-tick clockNo more fantasizing, no more propsFly through the tipsy air, fall through the rock'Til the counter-tick clock starts to stop.Reversal of fortune becomes apparentWhen you wait for the storm to move there, andAnother time for the rhyme follows amongst the grindAnd you wait.And you wait for seas to fall.for the counter-tick clock doesn't see eye to eyeand another day comes with a long-awaited sighbut then it falls to the call before the hands move at allas the counter-tick clock starts to stall.No time. time. time to run away.as the crystalline scene turns an ethereal greyAnd you stayAmidst the ruinAmidst the blinding noiseWatch the counter-tick clock make the choice.And anotherAnd anotherRepetition running thinHear the laughterOf the silenceMock the dintock-tick the clock sings
Wake UpMechanized realitiesConstructed oh so carefullySeeping into dormant thoughtsReplacing vigil sighsSlip into the unknown landWhere sky is sea and sea is sandOverlapped with crystal greyAwash, you try to standTransfixed eyes gaze heavenwardAs liquid skies, severe and blurredTrace delusions, empty moldsConceived in all but lightComatose, your mind protectsThe world your other life rejectsWonders cease, the fabric tearsAs flames spread east to westReveries are scarcely heldWhere conscious memories often meldCeased retention soars awayAcross this sordid tideFade to black, you errant smirkDon't bother with a swift goodbyeWondrous worlds collapsing fewI knew it was a lie.
SleepI float upon an ocean of blacknesseyes closed, I inhale the rich sea airuntil a pair of hands drag me beneath the wavesI fight to return to the surfacebut Sleep does not willingly relinquish his gripas we sink deeper into unconsciousnessof the seaI'm suffocatingbut his hands remain over my mouthmy eyelids flutterand I give upmy lungs fill themselveswith waterand I silently waitfor the end...but it doesn't come.
Colorblind Ch.11 Red on BlackThe pair exited the hotel room, and-at Shad's insistence-trotted down several flights of stairs, rather than taking the elevator."Stairs are safer," he stated, voice echoing from below."I thought you were hurt," Amy yelled, racing after him."Your point?"Shad stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned around, only for Amy to smack into him."Ow." He winced, pushing her away. "Watch where you're going.""It's not my fault that you stopped so suddenly," she snapped, walking around him. "So where's the food?""Over here." Shad rounded the corner, pointing. A small restaurant resided just beyond the hotel lobby.Amy stared, eyes wide."You're...you're taking me out?""Yeah, why not?" He strode towards the entrance, leading Amy by the hand. "I thought you might enjoy it.""B-But...""But what?" Shad frowned, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Let's face it, Amy.