rhiesa

You burned bridges so that the steps regretted wouldn't follow you. Never a word whispered, weighed and measured for the follow through. I saw the ragged steps I placed in the road behind, taking pride in the footprints, toes sank deep into the mud, squelching between pink digits. In a sea of thoughts I think we drowned you began, remain, an arrow loosed. I, perhaps no lesser, was a dying flame, smoke rising from those waters; Blended seamlessly with fog that drifted over happy homes to find today. Island forests thick with us, pine needles tickling ephemeral clouds, hopeful daylight sunbeams flickering past the brushes.

We aren't islands. Beneath the seas all islands are connected, part of the great land mass of the earth. If we were islands we would then be the peaks of mountains, thrusting through the waves till we taste the salty air and gaze upon the open heavens. No, we aren't islands, we are pools of water in a desert. Flowers sprouting at the boundaries of our shore. The only time in history, it rained. Here we are, once torrential, trapped in our solitary furrows. Still, though we are changing, striving, beneath the sand and grit and cold cold stone we seep into the forgotten crevices of the earth. The moisture spreading further from our place benea

empty gales howling through ethereal boards windows long ago left broken empty halls echoing with soundless speech long ago left unspoken reach to the ever burning brightly up high the stars our infant hands strive to grasp points of light, dreamers dream to hold lost to the never changing past The churning depths our boundless souls strove to one day go the highest heights our parents hoped that we would one day know more than empty halls and cheap syringes mixed among the trash infected wounds puncture marks spreading like a rash disconnect with those strange dreams the if I coulds and might have beens reach towa

Dreaming heavy dreams Atropos flashing silver reminders of the curse her fair form holds to choose the thread that must end still she sighs for at the end of all with empty hands, without a friend. At her feet the tapestry lies, tatters and rags woven with lives, long Aeons finally laid to rest. So with her ancient duty done her heavy dreams are softer now, she wakes gently in the sun.

Empty eyes grinning, the discount bin overflow spills onto dirty warehoue floors, slashed clothes in dumpsters, fantasies of consumerism dragging humanity underneath it's heavy allure, left to drown in debt.

the screech never came no birds flew into buildings no dogs howed to the bright sky nothing b ut normal day to day interstate filled, road rage and radio Roaring the blooming light and smoke rising the rushing wave, smoldering heat radioactive ash blaketing manicured lawns shadows burned into brick walls fat dripping from faintly glowing blackened bones too stunned to scream. Emergency rooms overflowing with broken doctors, their healing hands too tired to help.

A rusted bike chain, sharp edged digging to the bony wrist as I'm pulled screaming down the alley Wild eyed they reach down further, tugging at my hair, their greasy fingers stroking my neck The taste of sick building at the back of my tongue as convulsing they go deeper sinking further to the rough pits of a poisoned heart long ago gave up on despair

Lets run away from consequence All reviled recompense focus on the action spent throughout our wayward lives Trampled by the endless surge to own, conquest, no other urge has chased us from the meaning of true happiness upon this world Strive ever onwards without fear that failure looms so very near and find within that purpose lies in action not a wage Though that must seem to contradict all that we have ever known, we're taught that unless work is shown to gain a fine deserved reward except completion of a task it feels unruly to have asked for second chances. So I beg you to dance freely, write with passion on your sle

Our expectations drown forgotten amidst the roiling seas in our endless struggle towards a soul we strive to please and find among the turmoil meaning, life, that will appease balance tween the chaos of loves many mysteries What way can I aspire how to carefully explain that strangest of compulsions, the misery and pain, yet such ultimate freedom binding of a soul nothing can compare; conspire, contemplate, console Bursting past the levies, a wave of passion freed, past the walls of arrogance past even hatreds seed. love that raises everything humanity could need, rising past arrogance, cruelty and greed. Our expectati

Walking down the city streets, orange glow of halogen lamps flickering off when he steps past them casting the ice covered concrete into the near pitch black of urban decay. The air too cold to smell the exhaust of industry, the aroma of cigarettes stained into his bulky winter coat that barely covers a threadbare tshirt and blue jeans. Through his gloves he feels the chill sinking into his fingers, tips probably white by now, after a while he puts it out of his mind. Comforted by the promise of liquor to take the weariness out of his bones. /1/ He hoped for more than just alcohol, he hoped for multiple purposes to become completely intoxicat