Limited ExistenceHow would you know whythe Moon murdered the Sun?I'm tired of sitting here andlistening to your silver voice.Your words were always blinding shards of glass,and with my carelessnessI've slipped and fallen,cut myself on twisted promises.Paper wings, splintered feathers,litter the way,the path between you and I.Do you see the way the starsgaze in envy upon your face?They,like I,am poisonedby ill fated love.Were you always this graceful,when you were dying inside?
-- Restart --Once upon a time…The café was dim and cozy, lit only by the candles on the tables and the white fairy lights that graced the walls, framed the windows, and bathed the stage in the back in a soft golden glow. Outside the night was a relentless storm, the rain coming down in pounding, pouring sheets. The wind howled past the door, screaming through the streets. The café was filled with people who had come in to escape the weather, people who were now sitting in dark booths sipping steaming drinks. The room was filled with the soft din of light conversation and hushed laughter. When the singer came on stage no one even seemed to notice, or care.His body was half hidden in shadow, the stage light playing hesitantly over his fair features. He was young, maybe eighteen, with a kind, handsome face. He was tall and thin, but in the willowy way that promises he will bend in a storm but never break. The young man radiated quiet confidence and a sweet gentleness that shone in his eyes an
The Boy Who Loved DarknessOnce upon a time...there was a kingdom by the sea. There was a castle that stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean and its horizon, and the castle was built of smooth white stone. There were fields of rich sweet grain the color of spun gold, and rolling hills covered in fragrant wildflowers in every color imaginable. The water was clear, crisp and cold; the wind was warm, clean and soft. The people were happy and prosperous.This kingdom by the sea was ruled by a brave, fair king and his beautiful queen. They took great care of the lands and the people, but the years were fading away and they still had not produced a child to take the throne. Every morning the queen prayed to the Sun to bless them with just one baby, and every night she prayed to the Moon the same. And so it came to pass, one day, that it was found that the queen was pregnant. She gave birth one early morning as the Sun began to rise, and it bathed her in its hot, shining light as their one and only
WishesHe sighed heavily. This couldn't be the place. He had walked this block a million times and never once had he seen an old house like this, so dark and gothic that there was just no way to miss it among the skyscrapers and neon lights of the city. Couldn't be. It was a mistake. Wrong directions or something. And yet...And yet Something was pulling him towards the great iron gates, their pillars topped with carved crescent moons; It tugged at his body, urging him to enter the courtyard. Above, the sharp sliver of silver Moon gleamed in the cold night sky, alighting on the boy's back and sending bright highlights into his black hair. He forced his feet to stay planted to the ground, eying the old Victorian house with its high, dark windows warily.Just go in... he urged himself. What was the worst that could happen? If it wasn't the place, he would just go home. And if it was...Well, he didn't need to think of that yet. He had to take this one step at a time, or the panic and f
--- Untitled ---We walk in ever-jagged circlesaround the world and Sun,and around our dreamsand hopes and prayers,and all the things we've done.And once ago you said to me,all things will their time come-the fears and tears and sealing wax,the stars, the Moon, the Sun.The seasons changethe shadows falland many good men die,the river flowsthe cold wind blowsand harsh the blackbirds cry.What words in sand you ever wrotewill someday wash away,the greatest hearts and truest lives,will sometimes go astray.You said to me,out by the seathe greatest lighthouse stands,and the sidewalk endsand the long road bends,before we meet again.Between the crosses poppies growlike markers of the times,and share do we the memoryof bitter nightmare wines.But never fear my darling dearthough far from you I'll roam,for every step I take away,another leads me home.