(Not a Poem) Some thoughts about my career change
What I’m about to write is a series of thought processes mostly influenced by binge-watching ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ and adopting Lemony Snicket’s peculiar narration devices to elaborate where I’m currently at in my writing journey, and where my journey is going, or so I hope.
Unmask my mistakes. Highlight my losses. Focus on my faults. I don’t regret them. Glaze my flaws with yellow paint, decorate my surface with amber kinks. Let golden veins adorn my hardened skin. They shine at the points where I break, where I was weakest. I’ve endured your boiling hate, absorbed hellfire much longer than […]
You kneaded me, tried to shape me to your liking, extra-thin crust, light sauce, easy on the toppings, bland. Your well-intentioned hands smashed my skin, spread emotions evenly on a cold surface. Like a child, you tossed me in the air, filled my body with hope, weightless, dead space underneath me, knowing you would catch […]
Will this fog ever lift? I ask without expecting a direct answer. I check your pulse with two fingers to the ground, hoping for a sign of your healing. I quiet white noise with white light, silence the static of statistics to steal back a sliver of sanity. I feel your cry, though my hearing […]
Three knocks, each one harder than the last.
That was his thing, every time we left for the day. Some days there was even a large pause between each knock. He didn’t think I ever noticed, but I did.
I am a ghost in the city. A full-measure soul, with a secret pact. I see everyone, and hear their thoughts, protect their right to think them.
So…this was a bit weird. A serial killer, a Marvel hero, and a scene from Naruto all make an appearance. By far the weirdest of the 4 entries. I remember thinking at its inception to let go and just let out whatever came out, with little restrain or fear or being absurd. And you know? […]
Reach within my heart and rip apart the fibers.
Until your cold fingers grasp a piece of truth.
Hey, You. Out there in your head, Getting lonely in your stead. Can you hear me? Hey, you. Against the quiet room, Writing stories as you brood. Can you fell me? Hey, You! Get out of your Head and take Flight! The fire within… It’s yours to ignite. ~S.O.F.