The Tread of Doom

Black as moonless night
Still as dead water
Silent as tomb underground

Crack

Hidding hiding
Must hide must hide
Don’t find don’t find

Crack

Snap

Closer Closer
Be still be still
Don’t breathe don’t breathe

Crack

Snap

Crunch

Too close too close
Far too close
Is it there is it there

Crack
Snap
Crunch

It’s here, it’s here
run or stay run or stay
run or stay run or stay

Crack snap
Crunch

Pass me by Pass me by
Don’t let it find me
Don’t let it find me

Crack snap crunch

It’s coming it’s coming
Maybe not maybe something else
Hide hide hide don’t breathe

CRACK snap crunch
CRACK SNAP crunch
CRACK SNAP CRUNCH

Snatch.
Twist.
Thud.

Crack snap crunch

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Monday Stories

Every storm begins with a drop of rain
Every journey takes a step
Every tale a single word
So stories are told
And legends begin

A while back I started writing stories to see if people liked what I wrote. Part of it was to see if anyone would read what I wrote. A test whether it was worth an attempt to write a story. However, I found myself slaving away to meet my Monday deadline. Between that drive to meet the deadline and the sudden increase at work, I felt burned out and tired.

Since then I have returned to posting a new poem whenever work allowed me.

For a while, I thought about giving up blogging and writing altogether. I saw it mostly as something I did for fun and for myself. I was also getting tired of going in cycles where I would post regularly then go through spans of posting nothing.

But lately, three of my friends have been encouraging me to finish a novel and get it published. So I stand once more and I am going to commit to writing a blog. Not only that but also start using Instagram to document and to build a fanbase.

I am not sure whether I will be successful or not but I do know this:

If I don’t try, I will never succeed.

The Elf and the Sea

Upon the north wind
I taste the rain
Cold and sweet
Within the wind
I hear the waves
Of the distant sea
Though woods be my home
And open sky my temple
Ever the sea calls to me
Though I count the stars
And tread the earth
My heart yearns for the sea
Though I know not why
Ever I hear her call to me
Ever I wish to answer her
Yet I cannot answer her

The Paths We Take

A restless heart
A searching soul
The setting sun
The distant mountain
The things we see
The things we wonder
What is just beyond
Hidden by curve of world
Or trees of old
What wonders to be had
What lives could be lived
If only I step
Beyond this worn path

The heart no longer rests
In what was once home
The soul wanders far
Though the body remains at home
The paths I walk
Are far too worn
My heart does yearn
For the unknown
But do I have courage
To take the path
That are strange to me