| This is basically just the spot that I use to cycle whatever poem I currently feel like showing off. |
| This is basically just the spot that I use to cycle whatever poem I currently feel like showing off. |


A Defense of Tired WordsMy love! Although a thousand miles and all my wisdom speak against, I'd spurn all of my common sense and trudge that distance, for your smile.A Defense of Tired Words
Ha! Proud and scornful of such verse, I'd thought myself above cliché, an artist in a higher way, yet here I pen that which I cursed.
But if so naturally come clichés to mine and countless other tongues, perhaps some thread between us runs and similar blood runs in our veins;
from every mouth these same words call. Cliché is not, then, lack of art: the common patterns in each heart &n


MyopicAn ant ascended the first time from his hole and saw nothing but gray, the earth and its mysteries obscured behind a fog. "Surely my tunnels are all the world," said he, and returned underground, and thought no more of it.Myopic
And this is man a hundred fold! This is man, and this is me. I speak of The Big Picture as what I see in a mirror or a microscope; I know only myself and the merest fraction of knowledge there is to be known.
The grand tapestry of plans within plans was not revealed to me, I see one circumstance and declare "life is misery," &n


Second DeathThe shock of solitude had finally begun to sink in. Earlier I had looked upon my furniture with no thoughts but "we often sat and talked at that table," or "that was her favorite chair," as though in some way she still lingered in this house, though she had taken her leave of it, and of me. For a time I could not even sleep in my bedroom, knowing my wife and I had lain there, full of joy, and what I'd thought was love. As my mind settled, I moved back in to my room, but a different thought plagued me- "this bed is unutterably empty." At first there was a feeling of haunting togetherness, now, an almost palpable separation. My house was a vacuSecond Death


The History of Forvanskaad: IThe History of Förvanskaad, Part I: The Void, and Creation (-∞ to 0 Y.E.)The History of Forvanskaad: I
The universe began as Své. Své did not create it, but was it, and was the only thing in it; a pure, shapeless, and infinite spirit. Amidst timeless aeons, he was alone with his thoughts, and at some point that cannot be known (for there was no measurement of time at this point) he made a world of his thoughts. Time and matter came into being at once, a dream within Své's mind and yet very real. He made all of himself but his own thoughts separate from the world by a barrier which he called "Sky," and inhabited the dark outer realm.


tdot: endurancei look at myself in the mirror and i am very sure that i see atdot: endurance
more set jaw than i used to more frightened eyes more clenched shoulders more fidgeting fingers.
(i think it's the stress.)
I won't be home this weekend.
my wrists are quivering. i run my fingers through my bangs, but it is not the same.
i look at myself in the mirror, and i cannot hold my gaze.
i feel certain that the reason he will not come back is
i have stood up for myself. but i think that history has shown me that standing up for myself is really


ParalyzedEach inhale and exhale sounded off. A note carried within the life-long rhythm that did not belong, like an off key on a piano. Play the songs around that note but never lay finger on it for fear of breaking something that had once been so beautiful. Carry the tune and allow it to wrap itself around the mind so fully; never let the conscious mind stray from that sour note. However, his reality had smashed into that key at full force. Sour notes filled his body; rapid, shallow breathing, shaking, and his body became a prison cell. Nothing moved.Paralyzed
His amber eyes had even settled down in their sockets like they were ready to watch a horror
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