Terrors wait through the sun-kissed sylvan days,
Still and unblinking while confident steps
Ringed with chatter and laughter pass blindly.
With steady purpose, they hold their calling – 120 more words
1 day, 13 hours ago
If only I could find my hating fire
Burning through the limbs that feared to exist
Looking out at the grey complacency,
Respectability’s smothering ash; 87 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
He once used a ring
to prolong his erection,
and panicked, rock hard
when it couldn’t be removed.
I thought of the columns… 62 more words
2 weeks ago
[“…the no-longer of the gods who fled and the not-yet of what is to come.” – Heidegger]
Our priests tell us that our old gods left us because we were sinners and didn’t deserve their blessings. 13 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
The sorcerer explained to me that magic and time were fluid, like water.
He said those who honed their talents might someday touch the gods. 28 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
Reason, revenge, magic;
The scissors, paper, stone of mankind.
Each prowling the lands to find
The triumph of their logic.
The ecstasy of change – 153 more words
1 month ago
Stone of Destiny
Maybe they danced,
Maybe they couldn’t stand the crowd and longed for the trip home.
Maybe they felt the pulsing energy around them and couldn’t tear themselves away. 246 more words
1 month, 1 week ago