C. Rommial Butler

Joined October 2021

240 stories

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C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.

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The Balance
The balance shifts side to side. The balance shifts side to side. The balance shifts side to side Until it all shifts forward…
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Chained. Content Warning.
Chained to the rock atop the mountain, he watches the sun set again, another day in a numberless eternity, staring straight into it, willing himself to see only the white brilliance of sunspot blindness.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Lovey Dovey
To find out why I christened the truck The Lovey Dovey, reference my poem and story Augury. A special thanks to Rachel Deeming for the suggestion! Her fiction is among the best I’ve read! I highly recommend you take a gander at her work here.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Writers
The Goldilocks Paradox. Top Story - May 2024.
To mock free will is to mock love! It can be made no clearer: Turn away!—away!—from the mirror And look inside—beyond—above!
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
The Blue Rose
The stone was cracked But the memory— The memory of your love— Remains intact! <> I sought to rend My own life—
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
NEVERMORE
It’s been three years since Lenore left. Edgar finally feels completely disconnected, with absolutely no love in his heart for her.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
An Effective Exorcism
Below are journal entries from a time when I endured a state of utter despair. The views of the author do not necessarily reflect views of the author?
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Humans
Augury
Mo(u)rning Doves Blue rings Round dark eyes With spotted wings. Beautiful bird, Symbol of innocence, Free like the so(u)l
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Tortured Soul. Top Story - April 2024.
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Yggdrasil
This poem is for the Venerable Babsha's ASK ME IN DECEMBER challenge. I have taken to calling her such as her name is Babs and she's as kind as a Buddha. Hence, the Venerable Babsha!
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
A Message from the Annunaki
A Message from the Anunnaki: You did the Work, Yet there is still work to do. Like these fucking dishes. These dirty dishes never go away.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
The Philosopher's Stone
“Literature is its own art: the turn of phrase, the delicate spiderweb of words interwoven to snare the reader, an intricate dance of rhythmic sounds and archetypical images silently parading before scrolling eyes.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets