DelvingWe had hoped the inside of the ruins would have been cooler than theharsh air outside. They were not. In vain, he had recklessly wished forthem to at least be damp with rot, anything but the arid of the desert winds.When the ancient doors swung open they were met by what seemed to bethe deserts very breath. Devoid of all life to such an extent that itfelt as if death itself was leaving the depths, fearing for his life.If we had known how right my first impression was, that what was lurkingbeneath the sands was older than Sand itself... we might have turned back.Then again, it's just as likely that we would have not, we were foolish,idiotic and adventurous. It is just as likely that it would have spurredus on, damned be curiosity and human greed, for both knowledge and wealth.Whatever the case could have been, this was what it was. We ventured downinto the dark, our lanterns lit within moments. We had anticipated this,if shone directly at someone unsuspecting, it would have
ReflectionA hooded figurefar from the "Robin"in tales of old(but then againthey say he woreLincoln Green and wasof forest wrought.)No, this onewas a menacingsight to see(but who's leftto tell that talewhen there's only deathleft in his wake.)He walked pasta hairs-breadth awayleaving breath like a stain(pulling the hood backas the vapor fadesfrom within the mirrormy gaze stared back)
AwestruckThe mesmerizingundying touchof times passinghas me hypnotizedThe slow progressionof sudden decayis predictabilityin and of itselfTomorrow killstoday executesand yesterdayburies the victimsYou never needto dig very deepif you're searchingfor fresh corpses.
Tomorrow, it's been a yearNew year's eveis nothing, you seein reality, every daysets a year ablaze.A year since the daylast us passed.A year until that dayonce again comesto go away.But I pretendand celebrate anyway,but now you knowhow it is to me.New year's dayis just another tomorrow.Just like todaywas the day beforea whole new dawn.
kNighty ThoughtsAll is fair in love and war, and as far as I know,I'm no warrior, for anything but love, and I amcertainly no lover of war. So my ideals (or lackthereof) see me through, even the roughest spot."this is unfair"I am not only a champion of my own truth, of thelack of lies to which I would stand againstmyself to cover. No, I am not that at all,I am, by all means, Yours."why are you this way, it's odd"Inspiration struck this poet down,like Amours arrows to one's back,a quick turn, like a ballet swirl,to find your eyes, to peer down at my girl."you're a tease"I refute your scandalous accusations! This writeris much more than rightful in his advances,nothing is hidden, nothing is flaunting!"you didn't know, you couldn't have known"I do agree with your previous statement, I had no clue,I jest, it's true! I simply did, as any knight would dowhen presented with such a maiden, such a fair lady."this is the most cruel trick"Milady! If I have wronged you in any way, simplyle
Duality III l(eft_out_the_fact_I_need_)aid to restSleep is (what_I_do,_it's_my) all I do(n't)Dreams I can(_feel,_see,_and) not rememberIt's (in) accord(with_be)ing to(o_near) E.A.P.That('s ho)w(_I_h)ould be (in_this) lifeIf the(_question_"wh)y(?") were to haunt me nightlyAt (most or_)least in the quotes (I_ask:_implore!)But th(en_)at(_long_last) I aspire to be (real)Quot(ed_)able and unfor(seen,_but_be)gotten