sporadic imaginator...for sure
My friend, I thought long and hard about whether I should start this as I'm about to. It just seemed so obvious a thing to say, so hackneyed and insincere: it’s so easy for me to say while it must be so unimaginably hard for you to bear.
By Daniel Allen 2 years ago in Humans
The glacier flows on; snow on snow on snow, painting portraits of the world
By Daniel Allen 3 years ago in Poets
Autumn sky climbers dare to stand atop the earth; the world curves away.
The peak climbs higher; imperceptible motion, seeking the heavens.
Summer colours fade below; starlight graces me fore it bathes the earth
Swollen snowmelt falls singing down the mountain side aches for the sea.
Rugged beholder conveys the bygone ages till dust it returns.
I dream of a memory. Forged by experience, hammered in reality. A memory trapped in a dream. I remember… …canopy birds greet the sun. The sparkling dew chills my feet.
By Daniel Allen 3 years ago in Fiction
He was giddy with excitement, could barely control himself. The other Atoners waited equally impatiently in the darkness of the chamber, a nervous energy in the air, twittering in anticipation. Soon now, very soon…so, so close!
By Daniel Allen 5 years ago in Fiction
