A different light

[for Sammy]

this is not life
this is just existence, just about
hours, days blur by
blurred by grey
feelings, or
their absence
chasm,
into which we’d leap?
no, step back from the void
and turn around

someone is calling your name
from a distant light
running, yelling,
“wait!
don’t go
we love you.”

“why?” you ask,
not rhetorical
demanding an answer
they take your hand
and you see their heart and mind
and those of all your presence has touched

and all of it is love. and all of it is good
they see the same you, but in a different light
a golden one you don’t recognise
but through which you look…
different.
beautiful.
whole.
how can one person feel this way about you,
let alone this army sent to save you,
drag you back from the brink?

“how?” you ask, dumbfounded.
and they take your hand again
and you see times you never knew counted
when a smile, or a word, or
just your presence
helped not one soul
but dozens
and brought warmth into the hearts

you have one last question.
“how did you know?” you ask, trembling
a third time they take your hand
and now place it over their heart,
cold.

“your absence,” they say,
“was keenly felt”

silence
long silence

“What now?” you ask.

“Come back to all of us,” they say,
“and be our light and warmth again.”

You can do nothing but smile, wipe your tears, and agree.

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unchained

through twisted tunnels, flooded

derelict

abandoned for good reason

there is no escape

these chains will be cast off

and the world will not come back from this one

stirrings grow

as earthquakes

change is coming

if the end can be called change

hear the incantation of the Esoteric Order

ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

unleash madness

Test Piece

[For the purposes of seeing how WP tags and categories work. Will also be a good insight into who just randomly likes posts… PLEASE DON’T LIKE]

[[24-11-16 EDIT: I have decided that this is actually a piece of modern art and a statement on the paradox that exists in modern society, where we are constantly interacting with others – liking, commenting, poking, messaging – but so often this is done impersonally, without thought, behind a screen, and we so rarely really connect. //

// With this edit, this post is now totally ok to like. Shout out to Glitchy Zen (is it rude to name and shame like this? Have your say in the comments below!) who liked this post when it was just an empty shell with a note saying ‘please don’t like’… perhaps they were just ahead of the modern art trend.//]]

United State of Mind [possible dystopian graffiti]

[Just a short piece, and an old, possibly unfinished one at that, but better to post something than nothing, right? I can imagine this scrawled on a wall in the 22nd century remains of the US…]

Why try, cry weary eyes

Only the lonely don’t seem phoney

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People police popularity pride

No individuality in mob mentality.