Time
I am tied down by the hands of the clock. I restrained by an idea that I cannot touch or see. When I cannot see time, I grasp for a clock. In the absence of a clock, I'm left grasping for straws. In the absence of seconds, minutes, hours, and...
Chapter 1
_The 14th stroke of Georgian's shortest_ _All I can do is wonder if you're doing it too?_ _Recreating snapshots of 8 years hence_ _In public transit daydreams, during the afternoon's hue_ _I must confess I time travel every single time_ _To the...
Mare Anguis (Serpent Sea)
Mare Anguis is a lunar moon. Its name derives from the Latin for _Serpent Sea_. It has an appearance resembling that of a dragon in flight, wings outstretched, and it is an impressive 150 kilometers in diameter. (All the preceding paraphrased from...
The Skin Cycle III: Better Dog
Hey, hey Boy like the puppy-- Rare-sweet lips Strawberry-blossom honey, Made by hypnotic-buzzing bees. Hey, hey Boy like the otter-- Almond eyes, match Slim-sleek body. Twisted, Making a motion-- Casual flex, Sinew and pelt. Untamed smile-- Wild...
The Skin Cycle II: Devolution
Prowler, crawling-- Pawing-- Warm wind coming down The pathway made On all fours. Indistinct, from The cluttered noises Of human speech-- Clitter, clatter, Patter, paw-- Down it goes, Down you are, On all fours. Beauty made, beauty taken-- Fluttering...
Standing In Silence
I spend time, talking to myself. I say things that I know I wouldn't say. I say things that I feel are not okay. I even think that this other person is me, but I stop, laugh, and say I'm being silly. Now, I spend time, singing to no one. I sing songs...
Bones behind glass
Bones behind glass. Just out of reach. Sentiments behind words. Subtle but visible. Thinly veiled, the threats lie beneath glass. Bones, I think of death. Sentiments, I think of love. Both play a part in each other. Your anatomy, it lies where...
Allure
Allure (04/08/2018) Left stunned by the form before my eyes, Your exquisite effervescence draws me, Like a moth to a flame I hover in awe, Close enough to see your glory, But with distance to guard me from your burning rays, Lest I be...
The Skin Cycle IV: Forest Dark
The boy knows how to use his hind legs-- Heart-racing scamper, That little scamp. Barely a creature, Hardly a human-- Liminal being, Just as I-- A phantom, A smile in the fog, Not seen-- A crying laugh, Unintelligible To the ears of the living. My...
The Skin Cycle I: Midtwilight
Two stone faces Of beasts that truly never were, Form from marvelous nothingness, Falling into a realm Of divine mystification. Held, as I am, In the glowing-green Foxfire-light-- Phosphorescing within The horrid, nitrous evening... But, there's...
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (Two)
This is the last of it. It is the entirety of the story and everything is in there. It's not incomplete. Excuse the grammatical mistakes and shit, I'll fix them at some...