DisconnectionIn the lost time
I am shackled, suspended against the still world
In this plane where minds melt away
And sprits fade
Within this torturous realm
Where memories fester like wounds
And the beasts harbored ravage
Rending reason from my grasp
And in my senses…
I cannot sense…
The time…the light…
Decaying, disintegrating within the lost time
But never ceasing
I am here
Following the lead of the motionless
A Hope in its BloomingI can feel this pulse entrap my existence
Each beat of your heart mends me, creates me
Trust given unconditionally
Strengthens a rapport to beauty
And as you drive me through the darkness
Syllables of silence grasp the explanation
The fireflies' luminance sparking the fiber of tangibility
I fall to you
The wind caresses my heart as we sail through this fantastic reality
The melody allowed for sanctity, resonating through the breeze
Tears trail from disbelief
You are still here
And if I could speak, the volumes would fade
And as I, myself, fail to grasp this infinite serenity,
My spirit is engulfed with wonder
The shadows within are dispersed
Heralding to the quenching rains
Each droplet reflecting a child's innocence, renewing lost hope
And as the scent of thunderclouds lingers,
Empowering me, captivating me,
I remain quiescent, drawing in breaths of tranquility
And I forever
Watch the weather change
Hazel She sat still a moment, tears falling in violet streams from her eyes. They were emerald, sapphire, and autumn leave brown all fused together. She slowly lifted a sleeve to dry her cheeks, her amber hair shifting gently over her eyes. He brought his arm up, scratching his neck nervously. Sitting across from her, he wasn't entirely sure of what to say.
"I'm sorry..." he said, the silence had begun to gnaw its way through his barrier of sanity.
"I said I'm sorry, alright? What else do you want to hear?"
She slowly raised her eyes, they seemed to cut right through his soul. Her golden locks still falling over her face. He softened inside, allowing a sigh to escape. He'd been holding his breath. God, you're beautiful, he thought. I've always loved the way your hair falls down over your gentle face. But I've ruined everything, haven't I? I know I can't speak these words to you, not now...
He sat, waiting for her. It was destroying him to see her like this. Her
In Time... Fragment Three: TheIn Time... Fragment Three: The Nomad Spirit
My screams were stifled by pure fear. My entire being was locked, I was ensnared in the monster's black-hole gaze. My mind burned, and yet I could not drive myself to look away from the perfection that nothingness brought. Nothingness is perfection. I longed at this moment to be part of nothing, to be part of non-existence. I wanted this pain to end. I wanted...nothing.
I began to slip away. A grey hue covered all of my sight, and I began to sink away. As I fell to the ground, memories trickled into my greying eyes. Superimposed on the images my mind was recieving of the evil that stood before me, was a deluge of thousands of memories.
I sat cradled in my father's arms, watching the sun set. It was autumn, and the sky and the trees, f
In Time... Fragment Two: PerfeIn Time... Fragment Two: Perfection
When I awoke, I believed that I was recovering from a horrific nightmare. I called for my mother, but was answered with only the animal voices of the forest. The monstrocities that feasted on the carrion of my town had not followed me into this hallowed place, I was safe, for the moment. And yet, I could hear them mocking me from outside of the fortress of trees. They taunted me with their mimicry. Changing into my mother's form, calling me out of the forest. They called to me as my father, telling me I was weak. And as my brother, telling me I had failed him.
In my survival, I had failed them. This was the first time since it had happened that I'd had time to think about it. And for the first time in my life, I was terrified. Not like the terror when someone is afraid to lose everything they have left. I had already lost everything. Everythi
In Time... Fragment OneIn Time... Fragment One: The Lord of Lies
I lifted my head. The world was fading all around me, alive in its dying. Ashes rained down from the heavens, covering all that surrounded me. It mounded upon my back, I was laying stomach down in black residue. Fire burned within the clouds and gave the sky blazing veins of flame with which they seemed to live.
"Maybe we've had it wrong all along," I whispered harshly, trying not to choke on the air-borne sediment of broken reality. "Maybe Heaven is in the earth,...." I spoke, half mumbling, half gazing to the sky in disbelief, " ...and Hell is in the sky."
Within the last few hours, my mind had been restructured. I had seen what few other people could ever dream of surviving only by hearing of it, and I had lived through it. Hell had come to Earth, that was all I was truly sure of at the moment. I looked all around me, where buildings had once stood; there
Grey Ashen AutumnWhen the colors drain away
what will we have left?
When the life melts from the petals,
from our hands
from our eyes
When our hearts turn to stone
how will we love then?
When the ashes pour from our mouths
And the Kiss of Life
No longer Remains
Will we shrivel down to
deadened shells and cry tears of blood?
or will we ever cry again?
The leaves will fall unnaturally
cracking through our skins.
Smiles will fade, as does the light
As does the darkness
Until we all crash down
And, slowly waste away
without the strength to rise