Newborn, yet altogether dreadful. It will leave you changed, forevermore.
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
Biting cold saps the fight from my limbs, currents toss me and I tumble, sucking, drumming, gasping, thrumming. In brief I am anchored, the tumult rushes around me. “Are you okay?” Those words lost to years. I knew better than to reach back or close my aching fingers, you might fall in. So I push … Continue reading You might have saved me
Live, And do, As they do. Read their eyes, The hands, And stances. Know their thoughts, Learn their words, Grasp their hold. See you, As they do, As you do not. What you desire, What we all wish, What do they seek? Find it, Answer it, Become it. Hide truths, Bury weakness, Embody Ideals. Suffer, … Continue reading Not I (a poem)
The Daemon (a poem) A time ago I asked myself a question, knowing not where it led. See, I have lived my life a sinning man, I have learned that sinners can see through others, and sometimes see themselves staring back. Looking yourself in the eye, anywhere but in front a mirror, I call that … Continue reading The Daemon (a poem)
The Shell (a poem) Beneath the smile, the laugh, the jest, the kindness, the comradery, the humility, the generosity... the understanding... the hopefulness… ~ There was a lone voice screaming for reprieve. There was a lone voice screaming to be heard. There was a lone voice screaming for the end. ~ There the voice screamed, … Continue reading The Shell (a poem, 2022)
Life is a transitory thing, reaching the finish nearly as it begins. It scarcely frustrates its pace enough, it cannot appreciate the beauty, horror, or intrigue— these that churn to being in the wake of its steps. Yet as it bounds forward, the lights that gather into flame, rather than shine with persevering luster, … Continue reading “Tell me of Life” (a musing, 2017)
Freedom (a poem) I consume, The substance consumes me. A life less painful than my own… The sensation alone, Addiction itself. I become someone else, Other than myself. I have this choice, It is simple and free of pain, Yet I know nothing is truly painless. This life unlike my own, This experience unlike my … Continue reading Freedom (a poem, 2020)
A quick note from the author: This story, while one of my oldest works, has inspired me to create a larger continuum around the characters, loosely based off the events from this pilot. I have done some outlining for the overarching story and characters, and I have gotten some progress on writing the first chapter(s). … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath: Ch.0 – Butter Knife (pilot / a short story, 2017)
Black Mantle (a short story) Tristan ran his fingertips over her legs once more, his touch lingering as he savored the texture of Elizabeth’s skin. She hadn’t been able to shave the past two days, so it wasn’t quite smooth, but it wasn’t so bristly that it turned him away from the sensation. More enticing … Continue reading Black Mantle (a short story, 2018)
