I write this in a moment of my own clarity; a time that I am not consumed by the fears of what has passed. I beseech you, then, spurn my writing. Get rid of it. Do not read any of those haunting words,...

The heavy sunlight beams through    the varying blue-green waters   carrying the souls of the outcasted on their backs   Each minute rolling and rolling, more and more    Just...

Oh my love,  A shattered glass’ reflection holds such truths. I’ve looked into the looking glass and found nothing awaits for me I must go now, into that nothingness.   I won't...

Perception of Rain    The Sky remains an interesting thing One day it is blue The next it’s grey When the sky is blue Everyone stays out to play   The sky remains quiet  Listening...

There are two things to remember about for this story: it’s about an ill-fated boy and the bird. The boy had dangerous silver eyes, hair like a raven’s feathers and dark clothes which were strange,...

Done Clocks are ticking Time is running out A rush of blood to the head occurs as I scramble to find reason in this madness I’m lost without you But you don’t seem to care You helped...

Foamy green sloshed across the deck, propelled by the boat’s precarious tilting against the waves.  Rain pelted down as if eager to aid in the vessel’s destruction.  The wooden planks creaked worryingly,...

You are all alone in a tunnel, and all you remember, or know, is you must keep walking. The cave you reside in appears to be as black as night, with shadows an emptiness resembling a ghost town. The walls...

The moon hung lazily in the sky, barely illuminating the sheer cliffside and dark pines far below.  Shadows posed in eerie battle stances, their forms grotesque as they shifted with the wind.  He had...

There is so much soul And so much passion In so many beautiful things. Beautiful and dark. Trying to draw my feelings, They always end up dark And empty: One singular thing All...

Everything was calm in the outskirts of New Orleans. The weeds in between the cracked pavement were enjoying their day, standing tall, and the clouds lethargically lay out in front of the sun. Tiana enjoyed...

Lips stitched together by invisible thread, (his) words secluded, His (mind) is abysmal, dark and dank. His sanity (is) warped, twisted like the mangled arms of dead trees, Filled with the recesses...