This is paradise inside gnashing fangs...
Commons
Tag: beauty
Each Last Breath
White lines lead the way forward past the rows of hanged men...
Paper Masks
Ever the rushing downpour around us— our hands reaching out to it, hoping to fill a cup with just a few drops and drink enough to feel a part of the waking sky...
Empty Eyes
My hands touched the face of a thing made clean baptized in blood and wine when no one could tell the difference...
Waiting
The waiting is the hardest part— waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for the smoke to clear...
Just Like You Said
I found the dry riverbed The one you told me about It was a scar on the face of beauty just like you said...
Something More Beautiful
I was walking in the street when the first bombs fell. The sky became ash and fire. Explosions turned into screams which turned into sirens which became all a maelstrom of noise...
Poison in My Throat
Poison is in my throat, wild and burning yet as a dying man wandering the desert I drink from the ever-flowing fountain, never wondering if this oasis is a mirage...
Steel and Wood and Magic
Steel and wood and magic The sound of my hands, my soul
What We Made
Sometimes I turn a corner, or open a door to a room I’ve never seenAnd it’s like heaven broke upon the Earth in rivers of color and beauty.For all of humanity’s faults, there is something to be said for the things we create.Beauty for beauty’s sake.Ornaments whose only purpose is to make others smile.The creator’s… Continue reading What We Made
Leviathan
I dream of an untouched worldEndless space between two horizonsSalt air on my cheek, beneath meStrangeness reaching miles below intoThe realm of Leviathan, whose monstrous formPainted ancient nightmares blueTo stand on the bones of landAloft on the surface of the rippling etherTo hear the haunting callsAnd see shadows of the deep pass by in silenceTo… Continue reading Leviathan
The Hillside, or The Pallbearer
It doesn’t matter how carefully I walk on wet grass— The water always finds a way to seep into my shoes. Strange thought to have when carrying what I am. Four of us lead the way to the hillside. The dead here are buried high up To make their ascent just a little easier. Beneath… Continue reading The Hillside, or The Pallbearer
If I Could Choose
When I’m near you, I don’t know what to do with my handsOr where to look. If I could choose, I would look nowhere else but at you.When I see you, the words I’ve mulled over for days To make just right are suddenly gone.If I could choose, I would give you my soul to… Continue reading If I Could Choose
