The day was new as was the house that I had just moved into earlier that day. I had been in my room for that past hour unpacking while waiting for my friends to arrive for the house warming party I was going to throw, and the entire time I heard a constant scratching as… Continue reading my new house
Author: matthew stuckman
the pass
Stepping forward into the shadows again, moving farther into the darkness within. Seeing that I remember you standing there. Holding out your hands in an offering, take this now, pass it down, and remember.
household
hatered surrounds me in this place leaving this faint and withered space to call home, to feel safe but unwanted
the line
lost in this slumber, im found here in wonder. just what is this at stake. am i worth all the time,
eternal
The drawn out length of the walk brought out true emotion in common thought. Just staring out off of this rock. I saw myself with a plot to
equipoise
emotions make the whisper from the silent man strong rising higher than the screams of the hollow mans song
slither into my rage
imperfections are the key to this ever glowing light forming shaping constantly raping these
the addict
he sits and prays for the decay this is his way to pass the day when will he see he’s not the same a man can be without a name
the blinded
my life has always seemed worthless why shouldn’t this be any different because everyone is so ruthless why shouldn’t i become any different
the wanting
sitting and dreaming of what it must be like to breathe a breath unlike that of any other a breath of light, a breath of hope a breath that may free my mind