The after thoughts of a broken compassPassing time playing trumpetsSipping wine grapes in bucketsVineyard off the coast Nantucket She told me she didn't want me to meet her parents I don't know if it was fear or doubt or the look of my house The windows ache & moan the floorboards shake & groan & the spirits slip out of the walls Someone forgot there promise as yesterday gets lost i...

Oh, to find someone who will greet me,In the mornings with sweet kisses of cyanide And deathly painful howls in the midnightRoll me in flavours of your exotic spicePowdered crimson that once ran a floodOnce untamed, madly dangerousSpeak to me in elongated vowelsSlur the alien’s words that come sinful to my sidesPaint my skin, that is your canvas, with faery mannersProve to your Grace that you a...

Something i wrote: i can be pushy, i want the day to start, want the day to end, the next to began. cause im so eager. wantwant to hurry it up, andand get to the nxt thing. i can be pushy, butbut ill promise u one thing, we'll get it done quickly before the next begans. i'm so anxious,ii want the day to begin.am i being too masc, cause im too eager, and i see ur just relaxed. wantwant to get to...

Winter whispers to meHer chill caressing my cheek as I stand on the deserted stepsof this churchHer reassurence is interrupted by the laughter of tender memoriesFloating down in the early dawnThe haunted pain in my soul groansAnd I look down at your footprints next to my ownHow long did we dance in the volcanic ashOf this courtyardNever seeing past the next season?But here we are againI track ...

When all that remains is his memory, As was foretold, His physical presence evaporating into the aether Just like the promises he made to leave me On the eve of our ritual With words of equal potency Do not forsake me Don't leave me to wander in the dark Alone Yearning for your voice to bewitch me Continue to smolder leave you marks on my skin And keep me warm, My brightest of embers

Snow falling; She doesn't hear him callingThe thunder claps...Then lightingFear of the nothing the silence Creeps in Seeps in Latches onShe sees something in the cornerThe sun rises & with first light she forgets last night  

Illustration

“...My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; - Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! - Nothingbeside remains. Round the decay - Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare - The lone and levelsands stretch far away.”---From Percy Bysshe Shelley’s OzymandiasThe following depictions of industrial structures spotted across the Kentucky landscape should seem familiar to many. Monolithic and long le...

Photo series

 Polaroids by Daisy-Drew Smith