untitled XIIIanother time you've looked through me
inexplicably deaf to my suffering.
only I had the stealth to slip by you
no vacancy in your worries
and I'm sorry.
elastic reaches and falling short
distance chills my pleas
releases all warmth and
the wraith of allure.
your insouciance drips
down my spine
untitled XIIa feather dressed in ash drifts past me
tied in the wind.
I turn to watch its descension
to the icy earth waiting below.
i know from where it has travelled,
and is why I have not returned home.
untitled XII promise to show and not tell.
because nothing is certain and words are like vines
always growing since no one can stifle themselves.
with care they can be beautiful but still only just there, and someday not.
they can grow too long and cause disarray
and that could allow a perfect place to hide.
I want to create links but break chains.
to design an escape
not valiant, but I've learned to respect the craven.
I thought I was someone else.
the long nails of solitude that choke me
have been injecting hopelessness for so long.
untitled Xraging winds,
every flurry like a needle
with dark clouds slipping through
the forsaken eyes.
every doubt stitched in.
the winds settle and threads become loose.
and like prematurely removed stitches,
leaving scars too vivid.
reminding you long after the wound's mend.
untitled IXyour potential is putrefying
yet fumes of hope engulf you.
you don't belong here anymore.
I couldn't fathom a use for you now.
you convince yourself that you have some worth
that has surely been overlooked.
untitled VIIIblack haze enshrouding us
each wisp carrying feelings of despair.
each wisp willing to guide you into perdition.
all cries for deliverance will fall
beneath a sea of diseased, coiling mist
where silence thrives and defeats.
untitled VIIfog is billowing around a field
the misty breath of the night sky
glowing by the emanations of a farther-off world.
my eyes lead me to long for
the feel of the aura.
but I have only the aurora.
untitled VIyou may compel the tides, but I am moved more.
the essence of the illuminant
is consuming my every thought.
UntitledI slipped down to the snowy forest floor and crawled under the side of a newly fallen tree, whose roots were completely torn up from the ground. The work of some recent evil, I do not doubt, as the other trees appeared to be untouched by any natural disaster that might have occurred. I knew I would find more protection from the sight of the enemy here in this dense and mysterious wood. I was just in time to avoid the beady prying eyes of the dark Sorcerer's spies. Ravens blacker than night; sent to find me. Fortunately for me, ravens are not known to be the most loyal of beasts. But all manners of other dark and frightening creatures do pledge their loyalty to the Sorcerer. They roam throughout the country; searching, and following his will. Now he wants me. I do not think he would kill me. No not unless I resisted him disobeyed his command. But I shall not tell, neither now or ever. For the time being, I will continue to hide, to run. And pray, to any higher bei