Spark

Joined June 2022

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poetry short stories. long stories. adventures and opinions.

all the words trapped in my brain i believe ive found where i wish to set them free.

welcome to those that stop by. have a seat for those in for the long run.

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Hangman's void
Breathing in and breathing out not sure how this came about. The world is turning on its head. Some day soon I may be dead.
By Spark4 years ago in Poets
Lady in the fog
She wrote to me again today. She wrote about the times, the seasons change and the days gone by. I wish I could have been there, the place she was. With white tipped mountains that overlooked the sea. I wish I could have seen her face as she stared out to sea looking, looking… watching over me. I sit and wonder now as time ticks by seasons change but not a day passes by, oh how I wonder too if she wanted all the same. Off in the fog now it seems. She sits staring back at me.
By Spark4 years ago in Poets
castle my soul calls home
Walking through these hallowed halls my hands passing over scorch marks on once smooth walls. Feet splash in puddles as the windows tends to leak but there’s still a steady thumping so I know this palace still has power. And even if the lights are dim maybe that’s a lot more different than them being out. This darkness has crept like a cancer through every cell making up what I call skin. It’s a hell of a lot that I can still peak out from within. Even though I’ve considered leaping through these leaking windows. Just around the corner from these wet floors scorched walls and dim light. I’ve got a room like you’ve never seen. It’s got every kinda book dry books burnt books soaked books. To the ceiling to the floor. Ive got memories that most of the time stay forgot. Ive got paintings of places I’m sure I’ve seen before. There lights here work best when the demons keep the lights on. They wreak a little havoc they add and subtract stories in quiet unusual ways even. But my damned to burn soul keeps the breath of life in me. Who knows what I’d do if I was pure, I do I’d press the fucking skip button. Just Xs and Os my body full of holes cause if I’m going to go why not be Clyde even if Bonnie didn’t want me. I slip between worlds I can’t remember and worlds I wish I could just fucking forget. Let the sores Seep let the wounds fester who cares I could be gone in what these over protected muggles call a semester. So like a hero I stumble forward towards my finally only these Wounds could bleed every day and I’d still be inside this burnt and torched palace peaking out the windows from the castle my soul calls home
By Spark4 years ago in Poets

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Hangman's void

Lady in the fog

castle my soul calls home

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