I'm drowning in piles of notebook paper
all crumpled up
crawling with scribbles crossed out.
Ideas half-born and aborted again and again.
How I miss the day
when my words rang true
and danced upon the page.

"Go, take the sword!" They all said.
"It'll kill anything dead!"
​Well, now it's stuck me instead.

​Will you just be done, behead
the hero, lowly inbred?

Your lair is now my deathbed,
so what are you waiting for?
​
Am I boring you, blockhead?

We all know there's something coming.
The tone of the air has changed
from its light flickering
to a deathly silence.
A moment holding in its final breath
before fading away.

But none of us know what's approaching.
Whether it's a new, albeit normal day
or a reckoning.
The day a long-suffering god will finally be through with us
or the day our fate finally catches up.

For better or worse,
there's no way of knowing the truth
until the moment comes.
Not until the present tears asunder
and the future comes rushing in
in all it's potentially apocalyptic glory.

We'll just have to wait and see
​what this new moment brings.

The quote at the beginning is from one of my latest favorite books, "Ten: Part 1" by Sin Ribbon. It's an awesome urban fantasy with darker elements, so please check it out!

​https://www.amazon.com/dp/1796616664?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share

Sweet dreams tickle at
your eyelids. All that is left
to do now, is sleep.

If you ever visit the land of Yesterday
don't forget to walk down Memory Lane,
I hear the chocolate shop there's nice.
Bittersweet Eats.
Try the truffles.

Oh, and stop by your storage container.
The one marked 'Forgotten'.
Add another padlock.
Trust me, you don't wanna know what's in there.
It's better left in Yesterday.

In the end,
just make sure you're the one that comes back,
and not your formal self.
They were an asshole.

The tap's run dry again tonight. But
I force some words out anyway.
Because even though they're a
crispy batch that's a breath
from decaying, they
still count. And I'm
committed.
Scribbling
​on.

Whispers through the air
floating darkness on your breath,
​in the sudden chill.

Step right up,
it's time to make a choice!

Yes, I know you've made plenty of those
with a menagerie of significances.

You've lived your life a certain way,
and I'm sure you had your reasons,
but those don't matter anymore.

This is the ultimately decisive one,
and it will steer your fate from here on out,
whether that be towards redemption
or an eternal torment of your mind's own making.

For your sake
I hope your actions don't drop you in the basement,
and that you're kind to your guide here.

Because if you glimpse the face behind the child's eye
and earn her ire,
then you might earn yourself
a lifetime reservation.

And you wouldn't want your ride on the lift
and your possible redemption
to be a waste,
would you?



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Inspired by "The Lift", an incredible audiodrama anthology podcast. Please check it out and meet Victoria :)

​http://victoriaslift.com/

Do not fear.
Speak aloud
your thoughts, dear.

Or else the
world cannot
hear or learn.

From hearts so
different
from their own.

Wait a moment
for the droplet to fall,
for the bird to sing,
for the person to smile.

A little nurtured moment
here and there,
might lead to new growth.

A hint of green
reaching out from parched, cracked earth.
Land deserted and abandoned
long ago, for brilliant movie screens.