Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Unable

Shivering
Unable to tell if I'm 
Burning or freezing
Midnight came and went
Indigo turns to pinks 
Sunlight comes
Stealing my dark protector 
I am unable to hide from my
Vision the ugliness of
Everything the light reveals 

Friday, August 11, 2017

The Graveyard

This was originally posted at Daily Picspiration on July 6, 2015.




Title: The Graveyard

“Hurry up, Hitch! We’re almost there!” Blaze ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He had discovered this place on his last adventure and was eager to share it with his best friend.

“I’m trying, Blaze. You’re too fast!” Hitch hadn’t yet hit a growth spurt, so Blaze stood nearly a head taller. His legs burned and his chest heaved as he tried to keep up with his friend. The permanent crook in his knee didn’t help things either. He looked ahead to see how far his red-headed friend had gotten ahead of him. Blaze was already breaking around the corner. Hitch struggled to turn the corner, but when he did, the sight was amazing. It was everything Blaze had described.

Abandoned ancient vehicles. Cars from the 1930’s and 40’s lined up one after one like train cars for as far as he could see. They were rusty and old. And they were beautiful. The metallic smell of oxidation and daisies overwhelmed his brain and his heart. It was so stunning, Hitch nearly cried. Old pick up trucks missing their beds. Coupes with rumble seats. Hitch had never seen anything like it. Only in picture pages did he see glimpses of the past.

“See! I told you. It’s a car graveyard. It’s like they drove here to die. I bet your great-great-great-great-great grandpa had one of these!”

“But Blaze, isn’t it weird that there isn’t anything newer here? I mean...no 1980’s. No 2015’s. No 2035’s. Isn’t that weird to you?”

“Naw, man! Let’s go! Dibs on the rusty sedan over there!” And with his claim made, Blaze sprinted toward his car.

Something felt very wrong about this place. Hitch was no dummy.

Blaze ran to his car and threw open the door. It relented with a screeching groan.

“Blaze, I don’t think…”

“C’mon Hitch! I’m driving!”

“...this is such a good…”

Blaze slammed the door shut. Everything went hauntingly silent.

“...idea.”

Hitch did his best to swallow the fear creeping up his gut like Boston ivy. He cautiously walked to the car Blaze had climbed into. “Blaze?” he tested cautiously. “Blaze, get outta there. We gotta make dinner.”

Complete silence.

The car was empty.

Blaze had vanished.

Hitch wept and ran for home.

The graveyard smiled.


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Lost Parts of a Broken Key

Back to your cage
You disgusting heart 
Stay silent and 
Lock away
The thoughts you hold
For you can't be embarrassed 
About the things 
They'll never know 

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Fall of Shadows

No matter how bright 
I may shine, I will always 
Stand in her eclipse. 

Friday, August 4, 2017

Waiting Out the Night

Crumpled in the corner
Alone and bruised 
The broken girl 
Catches her breath and
Heaves a sigh of relief knowing
Eventually the sun will
Rise to kiss her face 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

biggestSmall

The clock ticks
Imagine the world where
There will never be
Another soul
Next to mine

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

My Perfect Songbird

Every morning
I'd kiss her beak
And send her on her way
Away she'd flit 
Her tiny wings stretched
As far as they could spread
To drink in the sun
Out through the window
To the tree
And there she'd sit and 
Sing her arias 
Others could hear her song
As they passed below 
But she never performed for them
I knew she sang just for me
I never feared 
Her not returning 
The chill of night 
Would return her to my embrace
And I'd become
Her Night Guardian