Her eyes, like dying stars
supernova pulse immolating my soul
illuminating my heresy
and rendering inert my treason.
For in the brilliance
the guilt falls away.
But to gaze into the conflagration
is to see the face of god
That which men cannot see
And return from unchanged.
Stare into its bewitching beauty
Know heat on skin
Fire blast the soul
Till naught but I remain.
Once, I found that my words flowed
But these days, they are hard to find.
Once wealthy springs of verbal voicings
are now vapid voids, no intellect.
But when you are in my mind
When I call your face to light
Words come unbidden, striking as stars
Zephyrs whisper them in,
Lunar luminosity of angelic countenance
I struggle to ejaculate a sentence,
Save for your grace, wherein lies ease
Bursting forth, spring gale,
Torrential deluge of keen insight
For rose petal lips, pursed
and tarnished copper pools.
Shrewd voracity, strikes electric
Hail storming beats images metallic
Shining indentations, displays
elucidates the features
In words, I find
"Another day, another flight, another damn, bloody firstmateless voyage," Thomas muttered to himself, hoisting the sails of his airship. Reaching over, he gripped the loop of rope that held his ship moored to the flight dock.
"Yer off then, mis'ser?" the toothless dockwatch asked him, frowning silghtly. His name was Dodds and he was a kindly fellow, athough a bit slow. He always made sure to see Thomas off, for whatever reason, and Thomas had taken a shine to him.
"Yes indeed, I am," Thomas called, tossing a silvered coin to Dodds. Dodds caught it and smiled, waving as Thomas slipped the mooring rope off of the peg and sidled his ship out i
The world is a cold place.
We stand in an eternal winter, the gusts blowing out from our person to chill the heat that w e might feel from life.
There is no final hiding place from this tempestuous onslaught.
All our mistakes are laid plain to us, whether we wish to see them or not.
You cannot hide from yourself.
Feel the chill wind as it chinks through the cracks.
It whistles into your mind and gusts into your psyche.
And it freezes your confidence, solid.
Till someone comes along and taps that confidence with their little hammer of doubt.
Then you shatter, fracturing, a schism, irreparable.
You scream as you break, crumbling lik
Taking a moment, I collected myself. My finger twitched errantly on the string, threatening to sound it before I was well and truly ready. Breathing deeply, I controlled my body and plastered on a smile. I was going for warm and genuine, but I imagine it came across as a bit sick. I was nervous as hell and no amount of practice could keep that out of my image completely.
Sighing again, I dropped the thoughts and half closed my eyes. Breathing in and then out, I strummed my fingers across the strings, letting forth a melody of my own devising. I had taken great pains with the opening, knowing that it was the most crucial element of the pi
I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. They were stark. There was a bed in the corner, on which I was lying. From this corner, I could observe the rest of the room without much effort. There was a small toilet, hardly more than six inches off of the floor, a sink with a metal mirror above it, a fluorescent bulb, high above my head and a door. That was it.
With a sigh, I swung my legs off of the bed and slapped my feet onto the cold floor. The lights had snapped on a couple minutes ago, jarring me out of the unpleasant dream I always had. When they had first locked me up, I had hardly slept, huddled in the cold corner of my cot, trying
He sat alone in the darkness, the familiar darkness, without sight, without sound. It had been an interminable time since he had seen the light. He could hardly remember it. The brightness that pervaded all and the brilliance that would illuminate everything. He closed his eyes, although it made no difference. The darkness was safe. The light was the pain. When they opened the doors, there was light, and that was what he feared more than anything. So he stayed in the darkness, cowering from the light.
He no longer remembered his own name. They had stripped that from him, however many years ago, it felt. He did not know who he was, where he w