To the night I cry,
Cloak me in darkness
So I may move invisibly through the crowd.
Conceal my true feelings for I fear the seeds of despair may grow —
Ambivalence be my friend?
Tomorrow should never be,
All worlds end and the moon collides with the stars in the heavens.
My life seen from…
Béchamel and clotted cream,
poached eggs with bright orange runny yokes,
words slip off the tongue,
some are living the dream.
Clothed in white furs glorious, she reigned.
Miss Havisham, in all her tattered and worn-out majesty.
She looks surreal. …
And so the shadows grow,
grown men and women sow the seeds of a bitter harvest to come.
Only the strong will survive, those that can see with new eyes, for this will require the survivors to create a new world from the ashes. …
Long lonely nights and a reverence for the sea,
they sought comfort in each other’s arms,
an understanding that could only come from a lust for life — grasped — from having an appreciation of nature and the comfort that can come from being in another’s arms, embedded within, for there, as…
I felt a random sensation for a song, a hollow and hallowed emotional need consumed my being. It felt nebulous and undefined, a profound longing gnawing at my heart. My heart, I felt, desired to be betrothed to this song. Where, I ask my self did this longing come from…
Its rage is rattling your cage. You have taunted the beast so that it now lashes out, and so confirming your hypothesis of its primitive mind. The beast is on exhibit on the stage. You prodded it with the electrode sticks. You subjected it to verbal and physical abuse. All…
Sometimes when the nights are long and lonely, I switch on my computer to view the silent, empty streets, places captured on live webcams around the world.
Yes, it is one of the most melancholic things one can do, viewing a beach, or a street on the other side of…
Dark vision in the park,
I saw you metamorphose
in the crystal light of the moonlight you bloomed.
White petals rained under the moonbeam rise.
Car lights flashes — to briefly illuminate silhouettes in the dark.
The ghostly hollow sound of the owl echoes through the trees,
You, standing, catching your breath. It feels like…
Are you living, feeling life, or are you in denial, sitting in your glass citadel,
caught up in the grip of fear, pretending that you do not care?
Have you ever looked into your eyes and felt that you were a million miles from where you are?
A distance so far away…