Her Story

October 19, 2015 § Leave a comment

The soft naked feet

Stepped onto the grass

Still wet with last night’s dreams

The silver bells tinkled

As she ran to the buttercup

Dancing in the spring breeze.

This was before,

Before she broke,

Before she was scattered across the ground,

Crushed beneath the feet,

Of the jailer of the night.

The supple body,

Once romanced in delight,

With the cool blue lake water,

The wind once played

With her feathery hair

The rain once ran down her body,

In petite streams.

That was before,

Before she became a canvas,

For the vile shadow that prowled the nights.

Sun kissed skin and freckled cheeks,

Tan body and silver anklets

Are now gone.

She is left with battle scars

Both seen and unseen.

She tripped on the stairs she’ll say,

Because some truths are best unheard.

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Black Hole

May 13, 2015 § Leave a comment

Rage

At what?

Pain

But why?

Tears

For what?

Betrayal

By whom?

Fear

Of what?

Death

So what?

Words

They stop

Breath

It chokes

Smiles

Now frowns

Light

Snuffed out

Afraid?

Don’t be

Truth

It lies.

Cold

April 22, 2015 § Leave a comment

Floating above my supple skin,
I see the healthy lies,
The myths and tales we tell,
Fairy tales for our benefit.
Like the bell on the clock tower,
I oscillate in terrifying cold winds.
Like waves rise and fall in an icy ocean,
So do I,
Over and over again,
Until I'm blind to me.
And in that pitch darkness,
I hear your dark spirit,
My blood shatters; not in fear,
But in your annihilation.
Did you feel that icy knife?
That was you, your karma.

fantasmia

February 17, 2015 § Leave a comment

Once upon a time, far far away… beyond the Mount Rationalia, across the valley of Mistanasia, past the Pixie Desert, there was the land of Fantasmia. River mythyton bubbled and frolicked past this wondrous land. You could see anything here, anything at all… For in Fantasmia there were no laws of nature… The only limit was your imagination. Humans lived here in peace with a myriad of mythical creatures. Magic was in the air, a song on every lip, and ecstasy flowed through every creature. No evil ever befell Fantasmia as it was protected by the most powerful magic in existence-Love.

Here in this wonderous land lived a little group of humans with three little children. They were very, very naughty and never listened to their parents. One day as they were going to go play in the Sparkmirth woods, their mother warned them to stay away from the Poisonivy Swamp.

Naughty as they were, these children did not heed their mothers warning. They were enchanted by the swamp, for it wasn’t one of those muddy, mucky swamps, but a truly enchanting pool. They jumped into the water. As they were splashing and playing, they were bitten by a snake. They were terrified, so they ran back home, but to their astonishment, once they reached home, they saw that all traces of the bites had vanished. They were afraid their mother would scold them, so they decided to say nothing to her.

As it happened, these bites were no ordinary bites. They had been bitten by an evil snake who was jealous and resentful of the beauty of Fantasmia. As the children grew, they developed evil thoughts such as greed, hatred, jealousy… They were banished from Fantasmia, because everyone knows, a little bit of evil can soon turn into a raging evil.

These humans traveled far until they came upon uninhabited lands. Here they decided to start their lives over. They grew in number and lived all together, but sadly, their poison was passed down through the generations. There was discord and fighting and violence. There still is. Everytime we switch on the TV or radio or look to a newspaper, we can see this poison spread and grow. The creatures of Fantasmia take pity sometimes and help control this evil, but it can never be eradicated. The best that these people, that we can do, is to remember that we aren’t all bad. Along with the poison, we also carry the Love that we inherited from Fantasmia. We can only try to lead a path of Love, so the poison cannot spread and grow.

And who knows, maybe one day we’ll have learned enough Love to go back to Fantasmia.

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