Poem #55: Coming to Terms
_Coming to Terms_ The waves are crashing Burning the soil Liquid fire amongst the sands Time floats among the clouds And the eyes peer into space Breath can be seen Travelling upon the wind Blood runs ice cold Evaporating from the veins And...
Suicide
A ram sat upon a small chair, the chair sat upon a porch. The moon's watchful gaze judging him as he simply gazed into the cold winter. Nothing better to do, and the wool provided enough comfort. Soft peace of the wind, white flakes silent and without...
Please Look Up (By Makyo)
# Please Look Up I quickly grow tired of my own footfalls. Those same padded feet hitting that same hard-packed path. Those same claws leaving those same indentations in the same dirt, that dirt that lies halfway between mud and stone. Was that the...
Suncrest - Chapter 5
#5 of suncrest who's ready to get existential? welcome to the 5th chapter of suncrest. a lot of weird things are happening, but it's time for giu to have a day off. but there's just one issue he can't quite shake. what does he do when he's free?
Through the Stained Glass
Sunlight began to fade over Dewclaw as soft tones of orange gave way to the black and blues of dusk. A customer stepped out of a bookstore while waving back toward the owner with a big smile and a book tucked underneath one arm. The door creaked shut...
Beta Decay: Rian's Essay ---Part 3
For the first time he felt as if existentialism might not be just a silly joke.
The Ghost Inside You
#2 of non-yiff this is a small piece i wrote as a sort of rant/existential thoughts about life the people you love become ghosts; everywhere you go they share a place inside you. in this way you keep them alive and they live forever.
Quicksilver
Not all ancient evils must be from forgotten historical times, buried within antediluvian vaults. An 'ancient' malevolent force may be brand new, it is merely the attributes and aesthetic surrounding it that grants it such a title. The accoutrement of...
A Mentally Handicapped Chorus Line Killed By An Apocalyptic Hailstorm
I am so clearly in despair, for I fear That the person I have come to be has already lain in his grave. A torn entity, free of conscious control to adhere In its aftermath, it will question what it gave. I'm used to the pain, but the guilt is a...
Madness, Starving, Hysterical
This is just a good old "cat on a hot tin roof" sort of suburban existential struggle story. what was that author's name? texas jones? tostada harambe? tennessee williams? yeah, it's gotta be number two.
Innocence of Youth
Wherein does a boy become a man? What magical rite transforms an adolescent boy to a blooded man? Must he journey to stars end and battle vast spiraling entities to secure his place. Or must the child accept his own truth and be the man he wishes to...
Then It Was Time For Toronto to Drown in the Sweet Sorrow
Hence the mid-sex existential crises. nothing keeps the cum in like the second law of thermodynamics, am i right?