Words lay silkily,
criss-crossing my skin in new
unknowable tales.

What do you do
when your mind is blanker than the page in front of you
but you've set yourself a deadline?

Well, if no fantastical creatures
are spilling out of your fingertips today,
I guess it's time to write another piece on writer's block.

That terrible travesty wrapped in frozen thought
turning your brain into an evil popsicle
that's going to mock you
until you find a way to thaw it out.

I'm currently trying basic friction.
If I type enough words onto the paper
it'll disappear in the heat
of keys being pressed over and over again.
That's how physics works, right?
For now, humor me
and just smile and nod, please.

I'm doing all I can here.
So if you actually made it to the end of this
congrats!
This was a steaming pile of random rambling
but at least it's something.
Which means, I win!

It took the wizard ages
to capture both the spark of lightning and the brilliance of the sun
inside a small glass jar he could carry around.

None of the others could understand its importance.
The genius of light encased in glass
as if the gods themselves had given him a personal sun of his own.

But everyone else fussed about with their potions
or enchantments of weapons and armor,
content to use torches and candles,
what they had always used.

They told him his invention was a useless complication,
that it had no place in a world of magic.
But he'd show them all.

He knew that if there was one group who would accept this achievement
and probably reward him handsomely,
it would be the dragons.
And indeed,
they were mesmerized by it.
Not only its light-giving properties,
but also its shape and clarity
and how it bent the setting sun
around its gently curved edges.

I saw the golden-handed man again today.
He was sitting on a park bench, alone,
all ragged and grey.

I'd been to afraid to look before,
and so had missed so clearly
the look he always wore.

A gentle smile beneath kindly eyes
and wrinkles that crinkled and creased.
And it pained me to pass him by.

So when I left work for the day
I went back there and explored
this man who'd been so ostracized.

Shadows skitter on
hardwood floors, beneath dancing
unaware figures.

Sometimes, when I shriek into that endless abyss that's been dug in my backyard
after hours of my frustrations and unrequited love pours from my lips,
the softest echo creeps its way back up from the darkness.
Barely a whisper,
but somehow carrying a lifetime's worth of acceptance
a verbal embrace from the eternal and unending.
It's not in a language that I know,
but somehow I understand.
The sounds trace my edges,
discovering me
memorizing me,
before disappearing again into that darkness.
I can't stop going back now.
Just in case the owner of those words
decides to pay a visit.
I swear,
they get a little louder every day...

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.

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

Take a breath now.
Let the softness of the air fill your lungs
make you weightless
until the earth itself cannot hold you.

The ground relinquishes its claim
and the unknowable inside of you awakens.
That bloodshot eye will open in the center of your chest
and survey this world
bright and ready for devouring.

That voice inside of you will speak with your tongue
although you cannot comprehend the words.
It will speak of oceans of madness
calling them to smother the sun
taint the world with spite.

You will watch all of this happen
but not understand.
Not until it invites you to join in
and your mouth grins wide with too many rows of teeth
and your fingers grow long with talons and barbs.

Then you will stalk these shores with the unknowable.
They will be your companions for the hunt.

You will be insatiable
and every soul you sink your teeth into
will only grow the hunger gnawing at you.

By the time this world has become desert and dust
your power will have grown to match the others'.
You will move on to the next living world
and your hunger will only grow.

​This is the beginning of how infinity ends.

I can feel it in the thickness of the air,
massing all around me
and pressing against my skin.
Incidents of great importance
waiting just around the corner,
their breath heavy fog from chapped lips.
But every time I walk the path
and look for these the keepers of my fate,
there are only shadows hanging in the chill air.
How hard could it be, to find these creatures?
I search day after day, and my reward?
A glimpse of a heavy dark cloak
that's actually a garbage bag
carried by the breeze.