HanOneSail

A pond used to lay in this land, The sunlight within this memory, This was my forever... The home that felt like Eden, The place I called my temple. Time has changed in so many ways, I stream away within a digital sea. My consciousness to my expressiveness. Let the creative blocks melt away. I used to be Dark Visage. Now I sail away as Han One Sail. From shore to shore across this ocean, Full of other souls who have made their spaces. This place has become a home for me, As someone who can't easily travel. I have a window to society, Even if it isn't physically real. So I wish to share this piece of Eden. Eternally, a haven.

She made me whole, But without her I was hollow. He told me I had potential, Liked how I was the bigger man. She never knew how far My love stretched for her. He never knew how he punctured My dying heart that year. Who is who doesn't matter; What does matter is my soul. So when midnight hits, I write away, Dreaming of bygones Within sleep. The stains leaking, A ruptured heart remains.

It was a place where the walls warped, From wood to flesh at different spots. I dreamt of her again, And felt the tides of change. Fictitious characters arose within doors, Objects of familiarity were found within hallways. A genesis of imagination everywhere. The world began to end, I made it out safely, Racing against another. The world became anew, And now I was told, The soulless denizens Were artificial intelligence. We were to keep secrets from them, Such as the nature of this world. This world was a construct, And those within were just products Of fiction to be enjoyed. The man who told me this, Appeared to be my friend, He looked like a pilgrim, As was I... And his wife dressed in Victorian fashion Seemed to overhear our whispers. Her hearing was unhuman, I felt a chill, The man said the entrance from Our world and theirs, Was fixated behind thorns. I wondered about the safety, What would happen if they found it, What would happen if they crossed over... Would they remain

Arising and dying, Was the last write’s theme, How often do I flashback To such a dream. As it was a waking one at times The specific consequences Of a powerful psychedelic… Do I bow before the Heavens, Before entering my own Hell? Have I created a sanctuary, So that I no longer sink deeper, An endless abyss. I try to sleep away the time, My mind even when it is quiet Still thinks about it all. Why do I still walk this earth, When so many I know are gone? Is it for the ones that remain, The ones I've yet to meet? A meaningless question, Since the only meaning Is that I continue to walk the path. Even if I'm all alone, Life is to be ridden to the end. Through a river, I'll find hope To continue until my feet No longer can walk. For I once dreamt I was immortal, Even if it was a false dream, It felt very real. That allowed me cherish this Limited time on this mortal plane. I shall do well to remember, All that unfolded before me, The creation of the world, Myself as the

In the times when I Was awake for five Days and nights Chasing after God’s words… I found myself later Addicted to nearly fainting And the feeling of reviving. An addiction to living And dying, Was this a response to trauma? Was this a cry for help? Was this desperation? Was this salvation? My dreams after were long As if lifetimes went by. All I know is that, I was living on the edge Of my sanity towards Insanity that felt colder Since I no longer Wanted to feel emotion. Yet, as the sun came up Each time, my heart shocked My soul back to life. I don’t want to die, Even if my body was exhausted. It’s strange how love And hate go side by side. I hate my indecision, But I love the story That I came into. After all, I got to be one thing A story teller who lived Life to the fullest Is that coping Or is this truly the dream I wanted? Only time will tell. Like a song that goes Back and forth. The exhilaration, As if a pendulum, Swung my fate… And I could go on and on But this sums up Such a strange addiction, To life and death.

My kidneys are acting up, My heart is heavy and yet It flutters to live on. Grandfather was tortured And locked in the cell That is the same number As my birthday. Nineteen will be my new number To remember why I have to Finish writing my novels. It’s just a number, But it holds a deeper meaning now, It resembles to me The end of my anger since 14. So dear universe, Let me sleep well tonight. Knowing that I have finally Found inner peace from This spirit of vengeance within. For a slow day has gone-by, And now, I can feel less blocked And more freed From the shackles of my pain.

Time has passed us by, As I walk down a flight of stairs, I wish upon the stars. Why did life end up without, You in my arms. I feel as though this was for her… But then was it for the others, Which missed flame within My rejuvenated heart Was the one I wanted To experience this island with. As I enjoy delectable treats, Hear stories from my mother… I wonder would she have been Attentive or elusive. What if we were together forever. Such a reality is but a dream. So as I wake back up From fantasy, I can only accept That I will continue To move on. It’s just that emotions arise, When certain moments go. Coming and going across Like waves, People come and people go. I just feel one thing, She still cares About me in someway. Whether it’s a lot or not I do not care fully. So farewell as I cross The sea of fate And find one who Truly can love me.

Rael Imanuel was a boy heading towards his teenage years. He saw many people die within his village to the nearby exiled clans. With much lack of faith in the Creator, he found himself reliant on being a sorcerer. A young mage bent on the path of corruption, these adept individuals strive to harness the demonic powers to confront evil at its source. He slew the bandits responsible for the murder of his best friends Kyle Sneed and Royce Hart. However, what he never understood was why his powers gave him migraines and strange dreams after usage. Always his two friends would be seen in his mind, "Imanuel why are you holding the door closed." "I'm... not...." His mind raced and wondered why he had such haunting nightmares, of course, they were barricaded in the village, but why did his friends die? The question reflected into a puddle of water in a well layered with cheap stone, "His knife, grab ahold of his arms!" "Why... does the blood race through my mind?" Imanuel could only

The awareness of the self, Is sometimes forgotten. Within dreams we might change, Within life we might evolve... Deeply we might just want to return. A butterfly effect leading to paths of life, I walk through a hallway of doorways. I can only hope I make the right choice, And when it fails There is only endurance to grow past failure. Too many souls I've met, Have fallen to some sort of demise. One needs to temper themselves as a blade. Honing their sharpness for whatever need be To be above the trials of this journey called life.

Sometimes, I wish I attained more Realistic values, Not just emotional wants. I feel like I've ruined myself, At times, the self-sabotage seems certain. Ending up with a reminder, That the memory of you keeps me going. I worry if that power will ever fade.That's how broken down I am now. Only caring for the comfort That tomorrow will still be there. The rain soothes my mind away.