I couldn’t tell you when the day faded, I couldn’t tell you when the dark intensified, I couldn’t explain why I didn’t look for the stars, I… Read more “The Path To Happiness”
Context: POV of Tony Stark and his troubled past with his war mongering dad Howard Stark. Tis fiction. Can be read without context tbh. Last night,… Read more “War.”
I want to start at the beginning. From the ancient roots embedded deep in the mossy forest floors of Eden. Because every time I try to write… Read more “Cities Are Not For Me.”
Based off a prompt: you live in a universe where if someone offers you a penny, you have to give out your thoughts, no matter how reluctant… Read more “A Penny for your thoughts.”
Why does the night rob me of my tales?
Why do words trip my poetry?
Empty papers yearn for me, oh Potente of the times, let me live my words and tell my stories.
What else do I have?
December was always there to tether her soul home.
Even when the the silver white winters melted into spring,
December still held all her favorite things.
Did it frighten you, Mon Amour?
The darkness that blinds?
The aisles of thorns?
The dull blows spreading from the pits of your soul?
The voices and words that chorus your funeral?