The sun never does anything half measure.
Author: T.S. Morrell
Curtain
"What does it take to speak?To say the things that need to be said?With a voice that betrays no fear,And an urgency that reveals no . . . uh . . ." Indecision"Indecision!" Damn! I've ruined the script again.One forged after hours of careful deliberation.One I've rehearsed countless times.It's truly a remarkable work,Worthy of history's … Continue reading Curtain
Mannequin
Like the mannequin in the window,She's distant and fake,Locked behind a pane of glass.But I'm the glazier who put it there.It's more comfortable to see her like this.I can imagine her however I like.Her personality feeds me,Her lifestyle compliments me,Her motivations inspire me,And from delusion springs hope.I subsist on that hope.On that spurious idea,That perfection … Continue reading Mannequin
Visions in the Dark
Just stop. When my mind is racing. Just stop. When all I want to do is sleep. Just stop. When thoughts fly by like trees aside the highway. Just stop. When I can't decide if I'm contented or sorrowful, excited or stressed. I've no idea where I'll come to rest. My last dream was violence. … Continue reading Visions in the Dark
Dear Mom
Happy Mother's Day
Ire
There's a desert here, no, a wasteland.Where a storm constantly fills the sky,But rain never touches the cracked ground.Nothing grows,Nothing lives,Nothing but a lone copse of blackened, gnarled trees. Lightning flashes, striking true,Sending out shards of long abused wood. Fire dances across its surface, But is quickly extinguished for lack of fuel,The bark having been … Continue reading Ire
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