Echoes

Echoes Do these still standing pillars still listen for the war cries that haunted it’s inhabitants?Do they still await the return of the unnamed heroes whose blood colours the bricks ?Are there still cracks in the foundation that somone actively fills in fear of everything collapsing,Do you still stand there calling out my name as…

Exiled Goddess

I have so many sentences shut in the desk of my table that I have abandoned,they spell out too many feelings that don’t settle right in the gaps between my bones anymore,there is a fracture on the surface where my skull has rested for so long now,maybe my memories are tearing through the wallpaper to…

An Almost Death

The night was so dark you could see the abyss stare back into you like Nietzsche used to say,the screams were so loud you could hear silence go silent for a second,the letter that I wrote did not exist on the sheet of paper in front of me,the warm life that people talked about had…

My Obituary

When I was 13, during a game of truth and dare my friend had asked me what my obituary would say. Back then I didn’t really have any answer to that because till then I hadn’t really experienced the mortality of life itself. My mind hadn’t wandered to the fact that maybe one day the…

Regret

Regret. When you type this word into the web, there are thousands of words which will inspire you to not feel this particular word. Words that I cannot aspire to match. Yet, whenever I read through the lines, I feel a lack of warmth, a lack of understanding behind the words. I have several times…

Fire

The day humans walked this cold earth, their search for warmth unyielded, their passion yet unshielded by mirth, their fire yet untamed. Nature claimed these men as hers, with the flames of greeting she warmed them, and as the bones of these men turned black with time, from their ashes a new world was born….

Colours

//Can you see all these strange colours, Or am I the only delusional one.// ~/The storm in my irises is sable, the colour of the howling sky, as the stars break through their prison, and come shooting right through my heart. The water on my cheeks , is the shade of muddy spruce, the colour…

Memories Of Rain

There was a storm brewing outside and I was all alone at home. Suddenly the lights went out and the house was plunged into darkness. The wind was howling outside. I stumbled about in the darkness in the hopes to find a candle and light it when suddenly the window in the living room swung…