With a mere snap of your fingers would the tectonic plates shift; in command of such a powerful force are you. A mere singular decision would remove the inch wide space of separation. Such a small space, such a small place; too small a place for more than two - I don't mind competing for … Continue reading snap of the fingers.
A bit abstract, perhaps too forward-a-thought; mind runs like projector reel, light up this theatre, cos' life's but a stage. The sun throws it's rays through the corner pane; throwin' shade. The way the sun dances, it's runs all over the room. Cold are the spaces where the sun doth not shine, like walkin' round, … Continue reading entropy.
Blue, lost in the ocean; feels like home. Beating through my chest, gotta get away. Respite, if only for a moment; back to reality. Waves, blue, crash over and over; me, you. Force like nature, pain like razor - a love just an inch away. Always. Cut the same way, a pool of reflection; hope … Continue reading again? this time proper. fuck…
Before one can flourish, they must know the dirt, they must know the earth; they must lay root. Only once foundation has been established may we reach for the sky. I give thee permission to stand strong and tall, grasping at the sun. Water and rays are all you need most days, but often a … Continue reading The laying of root.
Often we are scared to open ourselves up, living in fear of the day that all good things must come to an end. I feel exotic like a fruity cocktail; sweet, intoxicating and with one sip... ah! that hits the spot. Between my toes is finely ground sand, heated to just the perfect temperature; not … Continue reading fear.
All my life I believed that I didn't deserve nutri-grain, that I couldn't obtain nutri-grain; a childhood spent deprived of such luxuries. I never thought I'd be captain, I never thought I'd rise above. A life spent missing the mark, falling short, the usual story of trauma and unrealised potential. Experiences that shaped me, that … Continue reading Weetbix and sugar,
I am the designer, I am the architect; the one who creates the fabric in which the illusions of our mind dance before us. I am meta, I am the abstract; I am the rules of existence. I see the ends of stories before they begin; aware of the potentialities; how might they manifest? Observer … Continue reading The Tall Poppy.
To feel is such a beautiful thing. Pain and joy are one and of the same; both are born from the same energy, and it is in the same space do we become aware of each. Both are born instantaneously, they are born of the ether, apparently apparating into existence. They appear and without notice … Continue reading The marionette.
What would ye say to the half-slain hero? Would thou house him, even for just a night? Doth thou have beer to quench his thirst? Perhaps a bed for him to rest his head, even just for a night? Innkeeper, please spare him a thought, for the half-slain hero is stuck between hell and highwater; … Continue reading The hero’s lullaby.
When I feel threatened I close up; I'm actually not that different to a small animal, except that I am definitely not small. My walls go up, and my forcefield is engaged. Away, away, pushing away; reflexively I push. I push to protect, I push to protect my belly, where my organs live. My heart … Continue reading D the A (Dylan the Armadillo)