Posted by on November 25, 2013
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From where I stood to you I could not be seen; just another lost soul roaming the streets. From afar- your beauty still caught my eye and made me smile, and made my heart flutter. If I would approach you I was sure to stutter, and my words would come out mumble jumbled.

Skip over the street, stumbling and knees weak. I slide along side of you, discreet and out of your view. You turn around and spot me there, frozen- and my gaze locked on your eyes. Emerald green with a sparkle from the nights moon, a temptress that within me made my heart swoon.

Within a beat of my heart, now at pace with each passing second quickened, inches from me you took up presence. Whispers in my ear in a tongue unknown to I, yet with each poetic word and understanding took hold within my mind. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood alert as with ancient precision sharp fangs sunk into my flesh and began to steal away my life blood.

Oh merciful beautiful angelic beast of the night, you have left me but only once as I once was yet renewed as something even more than I ever was in total. Deaths embrace holds tight as I now lurk in the same shadows where I saw you that fateful night, a never ending process to maintain this half life I live in your image, yet despair behind thick curtains in dark rooms.

A thief of life, living in death…

these times…

Posted by on March 31, 2012
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These days, these times. These moments that come and go, but linger so. Half dreamt, and never fully remembered– these times. Snippets and snapshots, melting thought. Searching for some truth that maybe cannot be realized, or maybe it can=– just down these pills in my hand. Ah, clarity from chaos. These times, these days, life lessons surrounded by haze.

no crying over spilt milk

Posted by on January 03, 2012
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A soft blanket of freshly fallen snow glistened like a field of diamonds; me walking alone into the frigid wind, up the path leading to a small log cabin. Over my shoulder is a black duffle bag, in my right hand I carry some groceries; my left holds my cigarette. I take a drag on my smoke and notice how serene the quaint cabin looks with smoke rising from the chimney and nothing but orange candle glow through the windows.

I juggled for the keys and manged too unlock the door and open it without dropping the grocery bag. As I began too step into the house I turned to face the outside, flicked my cigarette butt into the yard, when I finally looked inside the house I was standing three feet away from a half dressed brunette woman laying in a puddle a blood.

Heart beat; faster and faster. Breathing, deeper. Panic, shock… and yet some sort of weird primeval excitement at the site of a dead human being. I was knocked out of my daze of bewilderment and other thoughts by the groceries hitter the floor, a milk jug bursting open. The thick white milk began to roll towards the body, and started mixing with the dark red blood.

The sound of Police sirens startled me yet again… Then, my only thought was; “What the fuck….?”