Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
(These ones are inspired by Final Fantasy VII)
20:8
Years of poison
confusing my mind
and personality.
Toxic overload
muddling my
existence, hero
worship becoming
my reality.
Who was I?
Who are you?
Strike a pose
and play it cool.
This is my life now.
20:9
Pot of greed,
your one existence
to demand they
bathe you in
luxury and bliss.
Then, you will
happily be killed,
knowing that for
a few moments
you had enjoyed
their hard-earned
items instead of
them. Was it
worth it?
20:6
Forest of isolation,
both a prison
and nursery.
Child born of
violence, still
loved for his
potential. Protectors
will come and fade
away, but the forest’s
ground will always
remain. A solid
foundation he
can trust.
20:7
A small fortune
absently placed
in a pocket…
and forgotten, until
life’s dirt encases
it with ink, staining
it with a reminder,
no one can escape
the everyday
corruption of being
human.
20:4
Attempt to spark
creativity while
hands are stuck
on factory settings,
proof of intellect
behind the monotone
of repetition.
20:5
On ordinary, normal
days, take a moment
to bask in their
presence, no words
needed to hear them,
to know them,
to love them.
Everyday life continues,
but that feeling
lasts every moment,
able to carry you
through anything,
through everything.
20:3
Distance of time
an obstacle between us,
destiny denied
with age and
circumstance. My
heart will always
hold a place for
you. Impossible though
we are, a smile
will always find my
lips, when thoughts
of you wander into
being.
20:2
Jigsaw pieces made of flesh,
do they still fit to form
one person?
Do they remember desire
and love?
Jigsaw of the dead,
shapes unknown, some
pieces missing. The
knowledge to see the
final picture is beyond
those with warmth
and breath.
20:1
New year, new hope,
new goals to declare
and strive for.
Will you be a
new you by the
end? Or will you
sigh, pout and
sit back in your
comfort zone?
19:98
Grounded bird with
no purpose. Wings
a heavy ornament
weighing down your
back. Gaze up
at the world denied
you, and cry
out for anyone
to hear. Maybe
a predator will
come to end
your misery.
19:99
Constant companion
of pain and fear,
ready to boost their
efforts, with a tag-
team no one can
defeat. Self-hatred
and despair follow
close behind, ready
to feed on the
resistance that may
be left. What is
this deadly foe?
Helplessness.
19:100
Trade your passion
for comfort, determination
for the easy road.
Do you turn around
and glance back at
that possibility? Or
do you continue
on, no regrets,
until it’s impossible
to ignite a spark?
19:97
The front carries
a customer-reserved
smile, full of curtesy
and pleasant tones.
The back holds
resentment and
bubbling anger, a
knife clenched in
whitened fingers
as thinly-veiled
insults are directed
towards it.
They bide their
time, waiting for
the day front
can change to
back and answer
the insults as
a human.
19:95
See-through glass
teasing my world,
displaying possibilities
that are beyond
my limits.
Beautiful goals,
will we waste life
trying to reach
them? Or will
persistence pay
off, and break
the glass to
taste the other
side?
19:96
Return with the changes
and know my new
whims.
19:93
A sigh so heavy
a physical pain
settles in my
chest. Demanding
the right to
feel human and
happy, but the
constant backfires
eat away my will.
19:94
Sense of displacement
for the mediocre,
in a place you
shouldn’t be, denied
the plans you
carefully formed,
for the ones you
care for most.
They carry on
the plan, while
you remain stuck.
Neither are happy,
reaching across the
impossible distance
to be together
once more.
Scribbled Thoughts