Kaleidoscopes: Part 3 of 5

As I let my eyes travel across the tranquility, I notice a cerulean butterfly sitting placidly on the tip of a collared dog’s nose. The dog doesn’t seem to mind. The rainbow seems to be emerging a couple of feet away but I feel like I could almost touch it now. The sunlight refracting off…

Kaleidoscopes: Part 2 of 5

I realize that I’m standing in a dark meadow of neon lights flashing wildly across my vision. A faint memory whizzes right by my head and another one painlessly shoots through my body like a cannon. I feel like a phantom in a blizzard of nostalgic oblivion. What is happening to me? I try to…

Kaleidoscopes: Part 1 of 5

I wake from the final vestiges of sleep in a coughing fit, spitting crimson into my hands. A soft hand grazes over my forehead, trying to carry my wrinkled thoughts away. The kind smile of the nurse illuminates parts of my darkened soul but it does not give a new lease of life to my despair. I listen closely as the avalanche of an intolerable sound begins to bear down on me. Beep. Beep. Beep. On the bright side, I am still alive, and that horrible bleeping is evidence. The sound invades the barriers I constructed in my mind over the course of a harsh battle. This room, these four walls, suffocate me. My body is in pure agony, my flesh burning with an indescribable ache. Despite all the machines attached to my body via tubes, I still find a lack of oxygen. Honestly, a breath of fresh air is all I need.

Leviathans: A Poem

The mirror may be my nemesis, The silhouettes in the night may be my allies. I abridge the relics of last midwinter. The silence of this weather augments the chaos in my mind. This timelessness is the source of my awakening As I trace the heart lines on my arms which lead to my core,…

Wintertide: A Poem

I reach for the blade but throw it far into the chasm. Keeping weapons for safety seems to have become a health hazard. The sleeves become longer as the days wane away. My vision grows thin chasing the mindless black parade. Chop off a piece of my flesh and feed it to those in need….

Fireworks: A Poem

We shot up like fireworks into the night sky And lost sight of where we were to end up. Collided into one another And exploded into a fusion of our shades. Wandered heedlessly on roads untraveled Until the limits became our paths. You were the panic in my calm, Our world above the invisible clouds….

Fantasies for Nightmares: A Poem

Maybe my heart stopped beating the way it used to when I saw you But that doesn’t mean I loved you any less. Maybe my bulletproof walls kept shooting up like a defense mechanism But that doesn’t mean I lost faith in our timelessness. Maybe I cry every time you embrace me But that’s only…

Whispers of a Hurricane: Part 3 of 3

Just when I thought I was done for, the Armageddon gods began striking down their wrath once more. The sound of distant thunder snapped me out of my stupor as my body lurched forward involuntarily. I whimpered into the ground, the snow muffling my voice. If only I could see her once more… just one…

Whispers of a Hurricane: Part 2 of 3

All around me was nothing but isolation. Every front door was latched shut, all windows curtained. Silence consumed the white night and for a moment, I wondered if anyone even realized what was happening right outside their locked doors. I was sure all news channels were scrutinizing over the unnerving weather changes yet no one cared to even gaze out through their windows. They needed to know that the end was at least beautiful.

Whispers of a Hurricane: Part 1 of 3

A chill crept up my spine, causing reality to slyly bleed into my dreams. A nightmare of vines laying claim to my hide slowly transformed into whips of ice water smothering me to death. However, death, in this regard, meant an escape from the nightmares. Yet it didn’t stop me from making sure that all my body parts were intact in reality as soon as I woke up. It also didn’t stop me from instantly feeling the vacuum she had left in her wake. Or the storm crystallizing right outside the building.

Roars of Defeat: A Poem

Halt the venom spewing from my guts, Looking back I see the array of flames I left in the wake of my sorrow.   Like a thwarted sentry staggering through the carnage of warfare Stripping out of the laurels of honor I donned so far.   Now the defeated roar of a warrior, a paragon…

Letters From The Museum Of Pain: Triggers

I saw a post somewhere that told me to “write the thing I am most afraid to write” and this is what I was able to make of that. This is kind of an unusual post, I should warn you. I don’t know if I’d call them triggers but if I am, then this particular…