I woke up into a world of black and white, in a field with ghostly fog and antique trees. Seeing the world with the perception of a dog, I ponder this reality I ended up in, how I arrived here. My mind won't admit to the answers I seek, unsure if it knows them and just won't speak. How funny the mind is, an alien in my own world.
Walking under nameless stars down a rustic road, the simplest details bathed in contrast and shadows. Without color, everything had inherited soul over substance, striped away of it's surface to reveal another depth: previously unnoticed.
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Jan 5, 2010
Jan 4, 2010
0 Poetry Prose : Bathroom of fantasy
Walking into the unlit bathroom, faded light sneaking in from down the hallway; I stare into reflected shadows in the cold mirror.
Dark tint of blue glass, frozen feeling like the ghostly eyes of winter in a puddle or pond.
Reality seems to give way to fantasy: unstable darkness blurs to beyond the walls, beyond the doorway that separates our worlds.
Panic seeps into my brain, dripping into my blood, one droplet at a time like a leaky faucet. Feeling my imaginary foes breathing more life with each wondering thought of mine. I stand in-between an ambivalent fork in the road.
But before I let my bathroom become transformed into another world, I hold my breath as I flip the light switch. Quickly my reality flows back to me, realizing the world is once again round and not flat, that I won't fall off of it.
Dark tint of blue glass, frozen feeling like the ghostly eyes of winter in a puddle or pond.
Reality seems to give way to fantasy: unstable darkness blurs to beyond the walls, beyond the doorway that separates our worlds.
Panic seeps into my brain, dripping into my blood, one droplet at a time like a leaky faucet. Feeling my imaginary foes breathing more life with each wondering thought of mine. I stand in-between an ambivalent fork in the road.
But before I let my bathroom become transformed into another world, I hold my breath as I flip the light switch. Quickly my reality flows back to me, realizing the world is once again round and not flat, that I won't fall off of it.
0 Tanka : haiku : Death wearing high-heels
Death wearing high-heels
crimson lipstick, cherry gloss
imprints of kisses
tapping stilettos walk from
his ivory corpse
crimson lipstick, cherry gloss
imprints of kisses
tapping stilettos walk from
his ivory corpse
Jan 3, 2010
0 Poetry : Prose : One long night in space
One long night in space
waiting for sunlight that never comes
I stared out into my backward of stars
light-years from any inhabitable worlds
I had left behind my fate, along with my life
reborn again into oblivion, to find my place in the universe
like a grain of obsidian on a beach of white sand
How long before I go mad?
chasing after webs of dreams that may not exist
where is God sailing me off to?
or have I left him too, behind...
waiting for sunlight that never comes
I stared out into my backward of stars
light-years from any inhabitable worlds
I had left behind my fate, along with my life
reborn again into oblivion, to find my place in the universe
like a grain of obsidian on a beach of white sand
How long before I go mad?
chasing after webs of dreams that may not exist
where is God sailing me off to?
or have I left him too, behind...
Jan 2, 2010
0 Haiku : Tanka : Innocent moments
Innocent moments
sharing the same delusion
stored in a photo
that the fairytale lives on
in following sequences
sharing the same delusion
stored in a photo
that the fairytale lives on
in following sequences
Jan 1, 2010
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