We glide across an ocean of darkness
my oddities and me.
We're a menagerie of colors
rescued from unappreciative worlds
and arranged and celebrated as the marvels we are.

​Admission is free
I won't charge you for a glance
or even a day of observation.
Each time you look,
you spot something new.

Some of my friends are a little shy
but if you're patient enough
they might let you catch a glimpse.

Be warned,
if you look too long
you might find yourself within our ranks.
If you do,
I can't tell you what will happen.
If it's a future you,
well I'll see you later!
If it's your past,
then it's been to long, old friend!

Whatever your experience,
enjoy my oddities and tell your friends!
I always love new additions.

Buried deep in dreams
until one foot frees itself.
Chill bites your big toe.

You ever have a day so full with
one action, that it overflows,
every day then fills until
it bursts, just drowning out
everything else? That's
what it feels like
when writing
is your
life.

With discovery as my fear,
I will not give myself away.
My heart and my name are my own.
Even if that means my exile.

I cling to a feeble charm now,
with discovery as my fear.
A simple cord and pendant is
all the armor I require.

I have survived this long hiding,
​what is one more day living
with discovery as my fear.
What could possibly change all that?

Finally free of social bonds,
I see that I was living a
half life. Restriction chaining me
with discovery as my fear.

Alarms are just great.
Until you throw them across
the room. Then they're trash.

In the dead of night
when you're in your bed
with the covers pulled up to your chin,
you might hear a sound
that pulls you from dreams
or feel a light touch on your head.

I know the instinct is strong
to open your eyes
to silently turn and peek.
Prove to yourself that it's all in your mind
​that nothing awoke you from sleep.

But there is nothing to gain
from that quick little peek.
No solace or peace to be found.
The only thing waiting
​is a horror retaining
only malice that's hellbound.

And if you decide that tonight is your night
to feel brave and to follow the sound
of the creaking of floorboards
or the bending of springs,
just know that it's your problem now.

I solemnly told you the consequence.
That the dead's eyes would open
you'd join with the darkness,
feel them pull you to your demise.

If it is your last act though,
remember one thing
as you join the ranks of the dead.
As you feast upon others curiosity takes
I will treat you the same as them.

If you come for me ever
I'll tear you apart.
You'll wish you had heard what I said,
and not joined with demons
because of one tiny feeling
of someone touching you while you slept.

Water drips
pools without end soak
trudging feet.
Unending
your journey towards something more.
One day, you will drown.

How can one move with such grace?
A strength hidden beneath fluidity and skin
that seems effortless to anyone not in your place.
You've spent hours and years becoming who you are
pushing yourself, and embracing the chase
to become a living artform.
​The sound of your passing is music in space
and your movements pull at heartstrings like a violin,
​your footsteps, a rhythmic bass.

I'm so sorry sir. But I
took your order. I know what
you paid for. It isn't that.
I can recognize a scam.

You think you're boring.
An ordinary sort.
But I can hear the magic running through your veins.

People like you
who can take an idea
the faintest glimmer of thought
and create it concretely in real ife,
how could anyone call them anything but magic?

You take time and sweat
tears and blood
and you make an idea live
an entity of art.

Whether words are your medium,
clay or fabric, pastel or stone,
you work miracles.
And you inspire me.

Never stop creating! <3