I begin to tremble. ‘This isn’t real… this isn’t real..’ I mutter. ‘As a matter of fact, it will be.’ The voice: cold as a stone in the winter. He smirks from behind his hood that belongs to a cloak that covers his bony face and falls all the way down to the floor. The […]
Read more "Under Pressure- 4 Days Before"It’s ridiculously quiet in here. I understand that it’s meant to be a library where others are quiet in respect of people studying or concentrating on what they’re reading but all I feel is pressure. Are people watching me from behind their paper masks, pretending to be observing what events are unfolding on their page? […]
Read more "The Library"To the person with this poem in their hands, I know you may have some trouble that no-one understands. I know the path ahead may seem dark, but now is the time to make your mark. There are so many opportunities to behold filled with stories and adventures untold. So I encourage you to follow […]
Read more "You’re Doing Just Fine"You are the breath of fresh air that I needed to pull me from drowning. And the way you touch around the curves of my face, shoulders, outlining every finger like a sculptor finishing his newest master piece. I am left delicate, poised, until I next feel your fingertips smooth out the crevices in my […]
Read more "Awaiting the Next Adventure"I wish I could have been there. I wish I could have seen the look on her face when you smiled at her after she moved onto the desk next to yours. How you observed her every move, breath, change in her perfume day in and day out. I wish I could be her. When […]
Read more "I wish I could be"I feel numb. I’m not sure if it’s the cold that’s scratching at my skin, or if it’s my mental state that’s inhabited every transmitter and nerve ending to the point where I can’t even feel the tenderness of my lover’s touch; I can’t think, I can’t stay grounded. Pressure- I feel like the walls […]
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writings for the furnace 