Raining on patchwork hearts
It's really hot outside, when I go, so it takes me by surprise when the rain comes and I am stuck in something brisk, even more-so when it begins to storm and I am lost in the city. I don't mind the rain so much anymore, it's quite common these days,...
Missing
Missing Here I lay in the earth Only one of 7 billion One in a hundred Millions die and millions live Soon to be trillion In this place of mirth And filled with dread What can I give? There is a distant ceiling In a room with no doors And...
Poem: Falling Down
When you sink down The world seems to slow Your ability to move seems to die You queston why you feel this way Or maybe you already know So you sink down farther Your body lays there with no movement You shut your eyes wanting it to go away No matter...
Pursuing That Unmistakable Howl
Pursuing That Unmistakable...
That Strange Ill Fitting Cog
This is a venting metaphor, a bit of a well worn one but still a good one in my opinion at least. originally posted in november 2021.
All for one, One for All
**All for one, One for All** By Ephemeral\_Dreams He has traveled far indeed, miles like the second hand. He has unraveled far and beyond, equipped only with his maimed hand. The unspeakable journey, insurmountable hills that he overcame. His...
Diary of a Planeswalker: Chapter 5
Diary of a Planeswalker 5 When I woke up, only the dove was in the room. "Hello. I see you've been enjoying my servant." What? Did he mean Mazurek? "Don't worry, he was a slave that was given to me, while I don't support such practices, left on his...
P.S. I Love You
I sit here, a sailor's wife I live happily with my husband, he teaches me of the world he leaves me here alone. I find the house empty all left of him a note "I've set sail, there's a new adventure out there for me" "Be back soon" ...
Sweet
"I like you," the wolf said, those sweet, sweet words in the too-sweet voice through the saccharine smile--all sweet, sweet music to Darren's ears. His mouth hung open. Two weeks past since first looking upon the wolf's handsome figure; two weeks...
Witch Blood 12
The faint trickle of life giving air would keep her alive but she could not fight back ... and she knew it was a metaphor.
Papa Tales: The question
"Daddy, where do babies come from." a young boy asked. "well son... let me tell you." said Papa When a pretty girl come around and a man sees her. he invites a large magical snake to travel into a secret cave for shelter. This large snake is...
Of Deserts and Skies
**Of deserts and skies** **By Ephemeral\_Dreams** A man walks in the shadows, the warm sand scorching his feet. A lost soul in the meadows, the heat not even touching his heart. Ever since his childhood, that is all he has known. Never...