Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Neon Angels

Posted: April 24, 2015 in Writing
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Standing atop the mountain ridge, looking down into the valley that holds a city. A city of neon angels and garbage. We stare listlessly at the filth below… the perversion, the sickness, the death, the chaos. Safe from this, we hold on to the thoughts of our past. Family. Home. Love. All that’s left lies in the pit at our feet, left to rot for eternity. An artificial hell destined to breed nothing more than dregs, and nothing less than pure evil. This is war. Our war. We are the bastards of this war… riding the line between mere existence, and the end of the world.

 

More things that I’ve written to come.

“I’ll be your shelter against the icy cold winds of loneliness and pain. I’ll be the rock on which you stand tall and proud. I’ll be the foundation on which our future is built. I’ll be the one undeniable truth you can hold on to forever. I’ll stand by your side, until the end of days, honored to call you mine, and humbled that you call me yours.”

 

Even more writing. I keep finding old things that I’ve written. 

Another change of pace. Something I wrote a few years ago. Enjoy.

“It was a cool day. A bit of a chill filled the air, slowly taking hold of me, filling me with a sense of liveliness and awareness. The sky was grey, appearing as if the sun had become depressed. The rain fell quietly, at a steady pace. A feeling of sadness could almost be felt as the rain fell. The wind blew ever so gently, as if mother nature was whispering her innermost secrets to the world. I stood in the middle of it all, feeling somewhat pleased with the world around me. I watched as the dead leaves that covered the ground struggled to take flight in the little wind present. As time passed, I became soaking wet. I was cold. A slight shiver overtook my body. I remained standing, ignoring all of it. I was lost in the strange beauty I had found on such a gloomy and ordinary day. The mundane, the normalcy, the boredom. It all slipped away from me, just as the rain drops slowly slipped away from my skin. I closed my eyes and looked up at the sky. The drops of rain felt soothing and calming as they landed on my face. For the first time in a long time, I was happy. In that moment nothing else mattered. Pain, regret, sadness, and heartbreak were all a distant memory, slowly being washed away completely by the rain that fell around me. I had finally reached a state of clarity. My mind was empty, but for once, my soul was not.”

It’s really not that great, but I like it. 

I also write historically inaccurate erotica, if you’re interested in that.