Realm-sleep...
Realm-sleep... As seen before, I wake in dreams to a very familiar door The handle broken, handle laying on the floor A cold breeze felt from the other side A feeling I forget from time to time chills memories I try to hide Wooden...
Humbled...
Humbled... Surrender to something you can't see Divide what can only live when it needs to hide, let worry be free Silence the cells that hold hurt motions already made Set the vivid fears aside in the sun & watch them fade Kneel to...
Way't...
Way't... Slow to the music, fast to the times I admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes Money never a part, the places I saw worth while I keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile Luck more than...
Living with Rocket 2 (GOTG slice of life, G rated)
Living with Rocket 2 By Strega Ego had been hard on everyone. Peter Quill had lost his father - arguably both his fathers, though if you asked him now Yondu was the only one he would acknowledge. Gamora had gone through a torturous reunion with her...
Night thoughts - 5. - because why not
Night thoughts - 5. - because why not Ever relapsing into darkness I sift blindly through my minds possible mess Grabbing hold of what I can't see with strength I forgot I had Envisioning what I need out of it all, I'm certain, moving past those...
losing hope
I walked into home room feeling god aweful about the day ahead but, as I went to go sit at my desk a tall handsome sable shepherd sat in-front of me (I've screatly had a crush on for years) I waved at him and twirling my hair he said nothing then the...
Slice of Life: After work
· A soulful sigh filled the room was Owen stumbled into his apartment for the night. His brain was fuzzy, his legs ached and his bed was calling out rather loudly - and yet he still had things to do. "First things first..." he yawned. The apartment...
The Bar...
The Bar... **The Bar...** As I sit in my chair, surrounded by thoughts openly spoken I hear only whispers among the many with hearts broken Living in times long past that led to this place Of there former selves, even on the highest of...
Refract-urged...
Refract-urged... The room closing in Composure broken, my shadowed imagination is about to begin... Ceiling fan spinning hurricanes my way I close my eyes & see the uncertainty come out to play Ants marching across town I feel each motion...
Reflecting...
Reflecting... I'm not immortal in thought, fragile glass makes up most of my choices Delusion filled with intrusion guide even daydreams to wander among unknown voices I've been in a stagger lately since my footing fell short of worthwhile The limp...
99% proof...
99% proof... (For my Irish friend Shannon, who taught me a drink is more than an excuse) (It has infinite possibility depending on its use) Broken stilts leave me halfway standing The bottle broken, I mostly hold branding Bartender betraying...
Moving In. Chapter Two.
Moving In Chapter Two: Roy By Roofles Oddly enough, it was Roy who woke up first that morning. The large rhino could hold his liquor that much was sure but he had also been the one snoring the loudest in the room full of drunken passed out...