Haiku: Thorns
Silent is the dream Lost in the sleeping roses, bleeding, pricked by thorns. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
Haiku: Drowning
Down in waters dream, drowning in lost emotion, hand reaches at life. Share this: Facebook Email StumbleUpon Reddit Digg Press This Print
Tanka: Three Tankas of Silent Sins
Silent nights bring dreams, of natural springs and singing nymphs of large dark eyes, seeking your souls forbidden hopes of a sinful romance. Hands of desire, hearts of dark lust that bring death, a naked embrace of the piercing thorns drawing blood from wounded veins like knives. The hunger of sight, and of the sensations … Read more
Poem: Six Bullets ’till Sundown (Draft)
In a high desert town,
A Dark man walks,
black hat on crown,
while the stranger stalks.
Serial: The Lotus and the Rose, Chapter 2
Chapter 2: In the Autumn of Apathy Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 A loud voice came to me one day like the sound of waves crashing on a midnight beach; it was born a whisper in the morning light, now it’s later, near midnight. I was sitting alone writing; young and living. … Read more
Lonley Pillow
(I don’t know why this came out of my mind, it just did.) A tear falls on a pillow, plus one lonely heart. A woman cries alone, her heart torn apart. A life ends on a sandy beach, of a person no one remembers. A day has gone by, no soul will weep. A home … Read more
Status Update #4 (Serial, introduction)
As you may have seen the first chapter of my serial is up, you can find it here or download it here (PDF). I’ve put allot of work into this story and I really hope you like it, and if you do please pass it around. Also any questions or comments regarding the story are … Read more
Serial: The Lotus and the Rose, Chapter 1
One step, then a second and many more until the count is lost and conversation begins. It’s dusk, and the sky blends from the eastern blackish blue to a light lavender, orange, and reds, beginning with the western sun hiding behind the shadowed hills and slowly setting into the unseen horizon. A trail snakes it’s way through nature, skinned in black asphalt; calm, pretty, to be pitied; the river in parallel will consume the black snake in days, weeks, months, or years from now.
Poem: Cafe Under Moon (serial excerpt)
This is a poem from the story I’m working on that will be presented to you in serial form. The original found in the story probably wont appear in the first post (due August Fifteenth Two Thousand Nine), however I thought I’d share the poem with you now. Fire above crowns, Warming social emotion, Steel … Read more
Kseniya Simonova – Sand Animation
I just wanted to share this with everyone, this is one of the most amazing & moving things I have ever seen. I got teared up and I don’t get teared up: Please share this with everyone you know. Edit: More of her work, and if you can find her web page, please let me … Read more
