Tag Archive: memories


The Setting Sun

Late at night when the darkness gleams
And the shadows start to thicken
A fog of silence settles in
And your heartrate, how it’s quickened.

Consciousness, it slips away
And nightmares settle in
To resurrect the darkness
Locked beneath your skin.

Secrets hide within memories
Until the forsaken hour
It’s here they prowl the ceiling
And unleash their midnight power

Spider-legged and rodent-teethed
Clacking their onyx claws
Your fears spiral overhead.
And brandish their razor jaws.

But there he is, your deepest fear
Dangling from a twisted thread
With inkspill eyes and devil grin.
He plummets for your head.

But your mind snaps to and reason returns:
Roll away and the nightmares will flee.
This was but a late-night terror
A witching hour reverie.

But then needle feet press down.
A weight lands on your back.
The pain sets in and the fear returns
Your mind turns a deepest black.

Its pointed feet prick at your skin
With a terrible tick tick tack
It scuttles down your spine
Leaving prickled tracks.

Not all terrors are imagined.
Not all terrors can be undone.
Lo, heed the eerie warning call
Of the setting sun.

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The Pattern

Dust beneath the windowsill,
Falling to the ground.
So it seems it always is,
When no one can be found.

But when time is lost and memories are shot,
A room is still a room.
For everything that happened there,
No remnants remain to loom.

The meaning we assign to things,
Is a silly, trivial thought,
For the things that truly belong to us,
Surely can’t be bought.

Funny, though laugh I don’t,
Is the importance it seems to gain.
We are what we own in life, the masses scream aloud,
It all belongs to each one of us, no matter how mundane!

Love lost, meaning shot, everyone has long forgot,
The obvious incongruity of want versus need.
For it’s been years upon decades upon centuries,
Since reason has given up and fleed.

Expectations, responsibility, money, and deadlines,
All man-made problems only suffered by man.
Though that irony seems to evade everyone,
Naive to the master plan.

So take every bit of that conformity, unity, normalcy, sanity,
And burn it to the ground.
We can only be ready to grow,
When we have truly found,
A way to break the pattern.