

EtherHer laughter is everywhere. She dances through my vision, pirouettes, lands, walks forward, then is swept off by the wind. No more illusion than any sketch drawn by this smoldering ember of a soul.Ether
My shaky hands draw a line. Is it straight?
Or is it crooked,
breaking into my house wanting nothing, but taking everything just to see a man fall apart?
I crumple it up. Throw it away. A meteor, raining down on my world. Destroying everything. And yet, not really changing me.
I get up.


AdrenalineAnd to think that this song, this immortal expression of our voice could be stilled so easily.Adrenaline
You've never denied their transfusions breathing new life into you, every other day but when my fifteen breaths of fame are up, alas! Coagulation in your veins. Doesn't shock me in the least.
When I realize how welcoming the ground is, I'll see you in your evening gown, smoking. Burning, even. Catching fire in my eyes. Because you are the center. And I am falling so very far away from you, my cold satellite, out of orbit &nbs


DreadDread is naught but a living creature clawing its way out, cant you see? through its presence, entwined as we may be we are strangled alone, bound tight in the deep.Dread
It resides within the unfired bullet,
the unabridged twilight of our times,
laughing out of its own skull.
It dwells in the suspicion of the substance, the paranoid, dilated witnesss eyes, the twitch that hears a footsteps rattle and echo.
It is the discordant, resonant chord that the organist sounds off on departure, his final note of passing.
It is the l


Let it goLet it go. Don’t let the Arduous feelingsLet it go
Weigh you down. Let the snow during winter Slip through
Your piney outreaches. Let the sun Melt away your thoughts.
Don’t let it build inside of you, This coldness; Lack of warmth. Open up your arms- Embrace the peeling Of your skin. Enjoy
The transparency Of your mentation Deep within.
Life will go on, With the growth of new glow.
All of this
Is yours to have, If you just Let it go.

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"You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgment on you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken."John Kramer
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