#201 (discarded)

once more I wake up at night  darkness wraps me tight yet my eyes pierce the umbra shadow of an old lamp resting forgotten discarded in the clutter of broken things and broken memories quaint seems the shape of the odd thing my fingers reaching out to touch ancient brass and torn canvas returning recollections … Continue reading #201 (discarded)

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#180 (the deep end)

the deep end of my dreams is where fears grow to terrors the landscape of a former quiet night turning into an evil fairground bitterness and pain exchanging candy while pride and prejudice are taking the rollercoaster of doom whack-a-doubt yet I'll never hit and have to spent an extra round in the cabinet of … Continue reading #180 (the deep end)

#179 (a flat world)

ideas being quenshed before they even set a fire to our imagination unconnected sparks dancing around jaded amygdalas we were everything you needed us to be and nothing we ever wanted to become blind obedience as we shackled our free will to the dogma of superiority sheep, whetting our butcher's knife the time for tenderness … Continue reading #179 (a flat world)

#173 (darkness pierces every corner)

the ones you lost have now been found riding like mad a merry-go-round the one to hell and back, my dear don't fear the reaper for she's near the gift of life the prize of dying we grind and toil and keep on trying three wishes granted if you dare mischievous fairies they don't care … Continue reading #173 (darkness pierces every corner)

#138 (whetting the edge)

between black dots and jagged beaks he'd been stashing away some memories for a rainy day ♦◊ the pendulum relentlessy cutting away each moment before midnight ♦◊♦ some said the night was still young while  actually darkness kept erasing all signs of aging ♦♦♦  dreams carelessly poured out as intimacy got lost in the perpetual … Continue reading #138 (whetting the edge)

#129 (the night keeps drowning me)

  the quiet bares its teeth while I'm watching the passing of deep valleys moving wearily visions of derailed trains paint fear behind my eyes raindrops racing along black glass destination unknown I follow the tracks a clumsy explorer waiting for the light but the night keeps drowning me 12th Februrary 2017

#126 (between tender plumage)

  allegedly we dreamt of spring while cutting blocks of black ice forming clusters of coldness until our fingers gave in to numbness and within our aching bones the seeds of fever started to bloom the flowers of our anticipation withered away like the last seconds of daylight being replaced by the prospect of obscurity … Continue reading #126 (between tender plumage)

#112 (wailing widow)

dreary shallow ponds resting in the forest heart She dipped her toes in tears and followed the scent of stars moonlight on her forehead a thorn in her side when silence came crashing and pity poured over her a relentless flood drowning her dreams in all shades of fear wailing widow dressed in despair cloaked … Continue reading #112 (wailing widow)