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Skipping Philosopher Stones
Advertisements He picked up a flat, smooth stone and skipped it as far across the cold, clear lake as he could. His thoughts rippled with the effect of his throw. It was a brief distraction from his heartbreak; a well needed one. It had been three weeks since their chemistry faded. He did not write… Read more
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Vanitas
Advertisements The crowd echoed: Death took them too soon!Can death take those who do not belong to us? The crowd echoed: Life ending was a gracious gift for their suffering!What discernment have we to determine true blessings? The crowd echoed: They were still so young!Is youth truly measured in length of days? The crowd echoed:… Read more
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Chaoskampf
Advertisements I roll my thoughts like Sisyphus, punished for my hubris, yet not absurd enough to find meaning in it. I said I would wait for you forever, though I did not expect to have to mean it. I no longer trust the clocks. I found the calendar to be a liar. Shattered schedules have… Read more
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Far From Home
Advertisements He was pulled off on the side of the road to tie the tarp back down in the bed of his truck when the phone rang. He locked eyes with her photo on the screen. Eyes that brought him so much joy now looked back at him with judgement in every pixel. The picture… Read more
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HOPE IV
Advertisements I’m stuck between a hopeful futureAnd an all too well forgotten past. One day, even someday, this dreamWill draw breath and walk with me. Time lies that it’s as lifeless as stone,Chipped away at more each month. A heart without break is hardly love;I grow patience because we are eternal. I’d dash myself into… Read more
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My Lament
Advertisements I feel Thou hast abandoned me;Forsake me not, O Lord. Thine absence burns like fire,Yet all I have done is grumble. I shall not survive much longer this way,Unless Thou knowest that I can. This cross is the narrow way,Still I cannot understand it. Thy will be done in me,Even if I cannot bear… Read more
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Pressure of Love
Advertisements They say pressure creates diamonds, but is that kind of clarity worth the pain? I was so sure of who I was once. I went out into the world with no other plan than to live in it. I failed fast, rolled with the punches, and punched back. Through each turn of the screw,… Read more
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Kentucky Rain
Advertisements He listened to Elvis sing about the cold rain on his drive through Kentucky. Unlike the song, he was running, not searching, as red and yellow leaves fell from the trees. He was leaving a ghost that couldn’t be kept; a ghost he only knew through machines. Crystal clear to one is clear as… Read more
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Toroid
Advertisements Light bleeds from my eyeballsDark seeds in the backyardThorns threaten to chokeMind blind from wasted time. Death flees from my sideLife threatens more timeSomeone help what’s brokenMend what can’t be touched. Snow falls in a circleWinds spins in a spiralI’m descending upwardsTrudging downwards still. Black lungs with black heartViolin strings cut shortGuitars play sardonicallyThe… Read more
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Superposition
Advertisements My fingertips grasp ata ghost of future’s glory.Forever is in sight,but just out of my reach.I fumble with patience,never calling it my own.My mind spins and searches,turning all the facts over.I apply reasons to signs,but it’s only to cope. The end starts with the beginning,but the beginning has already ended.What depths of depravitycan hold… Read more
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Hope Is a Slow Death
Advertisements The supreme goal of many people today, even many Christians, is to escape suffering at all costs, regardless of how minute or inconspicuous. Yet not even our Lord evaded suffering, being a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief (Is. 53:3). Indeed, no matter how far mankind advances, or thinks that he has, which… Read more
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Dragonflies
Advertisements She floats amongst the dragonflies,darting through thick Summer skies,that she’s only seen in hardcover books. Her beautiful brown eyestrace their invisible white lines toChemtrails Over the Country Club. She calls me sugar, but it’s her namethat is the sweetest of all words to touchmy tongue, and curve my lips to smile. Her arrival is… Read more
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Three Days
Advertisements I’m scared to speak because I need this peace, freshly captured once more, even if it’s false. I could scarcely cope with more scrupulosity today, or tomorrow. Three days turn to five and two weeks turn to six. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” I first said so early on, yeilded with… Read more
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