What We Carry

Wings of wind wrapped tight around the skeleton of a man A dove wrapped in a red ribbon Makes a gift without the giving

Closed eyes create a new person The wings begin to unravel And unravel Open eyes make the new person newer Again the wings unravel

How far must one walk to call it travel How many steps make the difference Closed eyes, Open eyes Push the bead to one side and count it up again

The dove flew off with the ribbon in its mouth Both still alive The new become newer, until buried beneath the steps of the newest But the dove flew off with the ribbon They will always travel together

Behind The Mirror: Introduction - The Unlit City 

A glimpse into the Unlit City of Nox, its beautiful twilight skyscrapers, and the secretive slums of B-side.

The Creatures of Mirror - Creatures of Mirror 

A look into some of the denizens of Behind the Mirror. Desperate creatures all trying to fend off the Darkness in their own way.

Behind The Mirror: Introduction - The Birds and The Starlands Part: 2 

A look into the noble Bluebird Banshees of Nest. This entry explores creatures known as Banshees and the community they’ve built in the heart of the Starlands.

We’ll also get a peak at their politics, and what may lie beneath their pritine quartz like shine.

Petals Falling Down

Watching a flower grow from outside a window Your favorite character in a story Wish for life on the other side of the glass But afraid to be cut by the shards

The pane isn't broken Yet the image begins to grey The flower doesn't wilt, merely loses its color Much much sadder

You'd do better listening for once Instead of watching the 'out-of-reach' Rapunzel in her tower You don't believe she ever existed

The flower is gone now Forced to hear what happens next At least you didn't see it go

Mushrooms

Fungal caps of red and white Sweet perfume glides along through night Decay, Carrion would end the dream Yet leads to sweet macabre delight

Atop mycelian of Mice and Men The cat scratch post in a house of hens Dark dark pits of keys and rot Will lead beginning to become the end

As corpse lie still in foliage and sealed letters Eyes closed to not see the sun Old water turns brown before it turns green As zero now turns to one

Behind The Mirror: Introduction - The Birds and The Starlands Part: 1 

To the far north, the world of Mirror becomes a garden of glass and stars, but the farther north you travel, the more the world begins to show its true nature.

A chapter on the Starlands, a beautiful glass landscape in Mirror with a dark side!

Behind The Mirror: Introduction - The Dance of Mist and Depth (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1440160662-behind-the-mirror-introduction-the-dance-of-mist?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Mystema 

I wrote this cool little story based in this cool little world I’m making, please read it!

Also I don’t really know how to make book covers.

Journey On

Walk alone the path of stone What horrors doth thine spirit shone Little prince has wondered from his castle Shoulders small, the world will saddle The will of the wind The space in the air The scent of his greed Golden locks of his hair

His crown now found submerged in dirt Devour his shoes, his pants, and his shirt, The lesson today he surely hath learnt

Oh no

Poor soul now poorer falls on deaf ears The dirt is now mud made damp by his tears What good is a boy getting on in his years

Blood Blue, Blood Blue Knows better than you God's kept his eye on those wealthy and true Mother Earth, however, believes in the squaller Sink into the swamp prince, and grow some feet taller

The Real World

Trapped in a hedge maze of faceless statues A lab rat in search for cheese Helpless and directionless, I stare at the images of David and Venus They mumble in foreign tongues without mouths I can faintly feel them weeping

I follow a golden thread, much to the dismay of the stone sentinels I am led to an ornate wooden totem pole The faces carved are all known to me All of them from dreams Surrounded by candy canes and cardamom "You know us, but we do not know you" My eyes close slowly I melt into marble

Freedom of Choice

A creature so beautiful as the Jellyfish Powerless to the whims of the waves Would a creature so numb So lifeless If given the choice Live for itself? Or would it continue to drift Knowing that the waves are its world And it can never live for more

Farm Hand

Uproot the earth and plant a garden of cigarette butts Plan to grow either fire or tobacco The land needs no tending, grass has not grown in years The muddied dirt now has a laminated sheen Trees have turned upside down and their roots feed on smoke and poison

The waste we've planted has grown into a musical score The snake like vines perform a beautiful piece from an ivory piano A song composed by a toddler, an innocence unknown to the tarnished folk Turn deaf from the Siren's song my good man You are far too empty to fill the silence Forget what you've heard and toil

Limbo

rolling cityscape polaroid's stitched together a dated motion picture skyscrapers lined up on a tightrope they teeter back and forth above a cacophony of fireflies they burn hungry feeding on concrete and iron

Oh, Dante a fresh hell like no other to be eaten or charred confused for a mannequin immovable features trapped like a rodent starved as a vulture still as a corpse

Thank You

Little Lamb I'm afraid we have grown quite distant I used to frequent your pastures Brush your fleece wool That small twinkle bell on your neck Chiming As you'd trot playfully, free behind your fenced reality

I still see you sometimes Laying still next to the decayed wooden fence Your roaming pastures now barren and gray That bell still hangs around your neck The worn metal produces no sound, merely a muted sadness

I thought I'd sit with you today Just to talk It's been so long since I've combed your hair and pet your head I would tell you, "you're more than you think you are" I'd like to say it today But I fear I don't have the words

As I walk from you, I hear your gentle cry A mighty scream into the abyss, but faintly a whisper between us I pause a moment, then continue to walk "Thank You"

Love Poem

Love is felt strongest in its absence Longing makes the heart grow fonder And the fonder the weaker The shallow events become deep and dense

Remembering fondly the days of loud music, music you don't generally like But it sings sweetly Because you know it's their favorite The small messages when you feel the smallest In a world where no one knows your name, they would spread your story Gentle kisses from a world of dreams In half-conciseness the world feels so far away And yet you're tethered by plush lips and the smell of toothpaste

It is in the shallows of these mundane everydays that we neglect Love And it is in the absence that we respect Love

An Oath

As bone splinters, let it bring solace to the soul To splinter is to wear, but not break To draw breath is to exist The heart shall beat as blood is red

I will say not prayers Sing not a psalm nor a hymn But I will make an oath A pact with the divine of my own mortality The sentient aura that wraps my skin and soul A heartfelt promise

As I breathe, I shall bleed As I bleed, I shall splinter As I splinter, I shall weep And my tears will be proof that I am alive

Home by the Lake

Loneliness is a skipping stone It's a pit with a ladder and a shovel So fleeting, yet always present It comes in waves, like ripples on a still lake from the prancing of a flat rock Until it's swallowed by the Blue Fortunately, there will always be another rock to throw

To distract from the beautifully sad sunset