Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something is lurking in the background. A tangible shadow of sorts; one that breathes, one whose heartbeats echo. Thud. Thud. Thud. It's alive. But barely. The thuds are not rhythmical; they are sporadic, leaving you weary and apprehensive of when they will thud again, hoping that they won't, but wanting them to. Confusing you. Thud. …

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Illusive and Omnipresent

And you can never hide from me.

The Velvet Sun

Mesmerized by the brilliant skies, they stepped out of their comfort zones to gaze at the horizon that beckoned them so irresistibly. Drenched in spectrums of red, the skyline lured them closer and closer into its enchanting glory, distorting their conviction that it was unreachable; intangible. The sky was now within reach; it became a …

Sweet melancholy

It's that familiar melancholy once again.  It's not good, and it's not bad,  Not happy and not sad;  Just the need  For that bleed  Of my pen. No epiphanies,  No regrets,  No triumphs  And no threats.  Just a distant, fading reminiscence Of shallowed, numbed pain,  Of a struggle once with restraint  And its eternal despair …

Endings are not endings

Endings are not endings unless you decide they are. On some level of awareness, you may recognize an ending when it occurs, but in the depths of your mind, it lingers on with possible scenarios, imaginary conversations and replays of how things could have been. Even death is not an ending. The body may perish, …

Un-whole

Invisible, intangible, yet all powerful, This magnetic strength that keeps us bound. I repel, I rebel, and pull away But there is no escape from that sound. It's your beating heart and your heavy breath, And the energy that fills the room. It's a vivid life and a violent death From which new life might …