The Crew   Every crew member has a role Each serving as an integral part of a whole. In order to work towards a common goal, Everyone should be on a roll. 

In her dark cloak she takes refuge, in the glow of the moon, she shines, her dilated pupils focus on the nocturnal beasts, thirsty they come out to quench their thirst of hunger. She escapes the sun and day, both dry her glow and delicate…

I wonder if there is a world without pain Without sickness, without suffering Would it be a happy place Or would people take it for granted Is it human to suffer no matter the situation?

He dances with my solemn self. Replete and content to bide his time. Watchful and waiting as a silhouette, Severity in carried hibernation. The slumber always ends with the ritualistic, The greater offer of an unwilling supplicant. Righteous Red, title of a song he ochestrates,…

cw: none That’s the thing about love though, isn’t it? Love comes back, and no matter how you bite and snip: love comes, love lingers. It lets you climb out of your shell. And one day that canary flew – it flew so far away,…

When I retire to my bed, the lights remain on. Every night, I look up at the moon, thinking about how it seems like a small pool into which I may fall. I recall school trips and slices of chilled meats, as well as money…

This has been fun I’ll just have to return to read more of my fellow marathoners work. I plan to read and comment throughout the lifetime of the post’s because I want to read all and comment on most. I thank those for their words…

Fickle fiend– vexed by the push and pull, your talons clutch my chest, grasp my heart between beats, and choke the life out of me.   Why do you long for me? I want to let you go. Could you berate me with anything but…

creativity   embryo waiting, writing: a life to be born, who is the jury?

Pay, play, pray… What do you choose? Mail, male or whale? How big do you dream?