Pennies and old skeletal-like lining threads slip out from the rafters of the grey old well in the mall—search in for the coin, fiddle with it, the dirt croaks under nails, like the bridal hem that touches the base of the floral steps, patterned by the picturesque; rib of man; “leave a stone at my … Continue reading A Night Walk. (Prose)
You bring me the Sun and Moon at your pale weary palms, Your tilted wrists glinted with dew drops of sweat, You hold the Sun, exerting faint balmy breaths of gold on your right hand, And you grasp the pale white- lit rippling silver pool iris of the Moon on your left, You took the … Continue reading “You bring me the Sun and Moon…” By A Chief Among Sinners.
Word count: 145
Warning: A lot of sadness
Silence is golden,
Silence is precious,
Silence keeps me safe.
My mind is a void,
An overflowing, overthinking
Boisterous void which comforts me,
Consoles me, builds me up and
Breaks me down, exploits my fears,
Beats me within an inch of my soul
In one second.
And yet, my mouth can’t form the words
I desperately want to say,
It stutters, it hesitates,
It remains silent.
The words remain in my mind,
Only released on paper
Or Microsoft Word..
The silence is maddening.
It is not golden or precious,
It harms me instead of protecting me –
It screams in my mind yet
Refuses to let even a hum escape.
Please, please set me free
From the bonds of your cruelty,
For once let me say what’s on my mind
Without fear of judgment or disappointment.
I’d do anything to get…
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At the flares of rivers, flames crackle studded and dead when they withdraw from the cold. The darkness recedes over the bejeweled haycocks crying, as my torrent of blood flourishes like a blue weeping violet, rock-strewn to the near hill-side at midnight; I pardoned myself to the wall flowers as the wind vanishes above the … Continue reading I’ll Keep. (Prose)
An ale river Between the mountains Reels by holy mist. Dead in the Eden, The land, the land, Screaming on the Aragon valley, “Beyond fragile lips Of a bleeding, tormented river, It is lost as the seashore, And is caressed by mothering wind, In the crimson river, confined by silence Which salutes the pre-winter to … Continue reading Firewood.
Silence, It is memory. Leaf fallen, Midnight wind, west, I said, “I’m sorry.”
I. The moon casts its eye, In little carts, A vaudeville into the night. II. I wake in morning River flows down Crestmore, Wounded by a psalm, expelled alone. III. Down the old university, immersed, By the cathedral with petite western virgins flowers, On revered bungalows With an old torchlight, the ruins of Rome. IV. … Continue reading Vaudeville (I wake as rivers run).
To Accede Into My Own Desires. II. A treatise in the eye of nightfall Severed by my tears in hope, in desire, Upheld in breadth of bell flowers, My hope arises, attested to divinity Immersed by a winter season, deemed solace, As the solstice nurses the night to dead squills. And I pray, inclined to … Continue reading My Hope Arises.
Chapter 11. (You Don't) The night made its way through the twinkling gushers that exploded in the sky, shining down far brighter than half of the lampposts on the streets. The traffic lights wavered down the way as Diane glanced back to the sky; she thought she could see Jupiter as well. An interesting endeavor … Continue reading Among the Arisen. Chapter XI.
As the rose adorns The mourning river secedes in Yorkshire skies. I give my love to the flower of pears, In velvet array on the vineyards, A vestige in a nightly soul Passed by a little eye of the moon Darker than winston smoke. The water does flow gently Onto a ballad of the dark … Continue reading As I Mourn a Flower.
When your shrine of Death kisses and weeps, It bows that death of stream with washes of rapt echoes, When exclaimed, the vaults of sorrow through valleys ago, I should again be silenced by eidolons where no dream reaps, Where no dream wallows in the grown, endless shift that tailed Fires through some old stone, … Continue reading Of Death.
Chapter 10. (She Awoke) She looked down at the foreign object, and brushed her foot by it. Finally, she spoke. “What’s the deal?” The man shook his head, and then smiled lightly, “You know… You know…” He paused, and put a finger upon his lips. What was he going to say? Know what? She clung … Continue reading Among the Arisen. Chapter X.
Light, midnight, On moorlands, summoning fate, Alone, viceroys break Every pretty tear that rises And carries wind in lone summoning fate. As scars gleam in twinkling nightfall, as they fall to rest Upon trees, a thousand feet, that dance in sunlight, And worshipped on a pretty brow, bends the river-way And worshipped on pallid rests, … Continue reading Viceroy.
Avenue of giants, La hysteria, Count the dates, And it’d fade away as a facile scar, And blood from a gentle sea.
nightfall when it’s still and ill-lit, as the moon kneels and the mist recites me a dream I fall in lowering mercy and admit as the world, unreal, and imagine the mid-stream as I fall deeper into the silent moon and I whisper into a darkened room before sleep ‘I give my words beyond the … Continue reading Nightfall.
There was cruel rain in free month, warm, Slurred on summer tinny stirred swarm And there was ail from the sea ‘fore The frightened dry height of wind storm, I remember as cruel rivers That go by spring dawn, rain shivers. And I will not forget the same As timorous nights covered Thames, And I … Continue reading And I Won’t Forget.
The moon rises above the flimsy bough, As the stream ends Into a whispered ire on torrid diamonds I see the death of forgotten winds stowed As the river bends And I whisper to the descent of… this darkened night chastened. I whisper into my hands of this creased moon That abandons the lights And … Continue reading The Moon Rises.
The window stirs upon the rain, Alone upon the candles, drips in trochee Blemishes on a lost idyll beyond a pane, We stayed and went as a quiet strain Upon the shawl, all around the darkened sea, Just like the memory as it rests, may it stay. Down, the twist of shawl at the rim … Continue reading Where Does It Leave?
A/N: Long chapter that was long overdue. Chapter 9. (Origin) “On time,” the third figure revealed himself, his face covert, “have you considered what I said?” Both women looked at each other, uncomfortably. “Well?” “Yes!” The second woman bellowed, the first one only brushed away a hair. “I considered what you’ve said, and my answer … Continue reading Among the Arisen. Chapter IX.
Silence as the beating river in the ghoul of a northern wind, Silence as the beating river in the ghoul of a northern wind I kneel towards thin estuaries and darken the shawl with pearls I kneel towards thin estuaries and darken the shawl with pearls The northern river kneels, beating pearls, As the shawl … Continue reading A Northern Wind.