22. Reformed, Christian fiction/non-fiction writer with a special love for fiction and magical realism genres. My favorite authors include Kazuo Ishiguro and Haruki Murakami.
22. Reformed, Christian fiction/non-fiction writer with a special love for fiction and magical realism genres. My favorite authors include Kazuo Ishiguro and Haruki Murakami.
**I. The Constructors**
We wept when the culmination of ages came down,
Sweet irony, the toppling of the scrapers,
The jumpers of the heights fly loosed from bands of earth.
‘Twas the saddest of times, ‘twas the happiest of times.
Oh sovereign symbol of the great decay,
Oh flaming arrow flies true to its mark,
Oh nation state of decay
Judgment never lurks far from thee!
Oh happy hour of retributi...
It’s going to come out all right–do you know?
Good men cannot be played by these fools.
Even now we sit around the table this evening
I can tell they are bluffing,
I can see their cards
Their scheming
Planning.
It’s going to come out all right–do you know?
Our two-pair may not seem a flush.
But we’re ace high
And I can tell that they have nothing,
I can see their cards
Their scheming
Planning.
I...
Do you think the Sun gets lonely up there?
What does he do but sit
And grin upon this world for eternal day?
Do you think the Sun gets angry up there
Watching forever the rise and fall of nations,
The depravity of Earth’s vain creatures?
Do you think the Sun ever thinks to himself,
“One small flare, one microscopic point
In the scope of the Universe would blot this madness from my sight”?
I thi...
Someday a door may close,
I mean, angrily slam in your face, close
Your nose will feel that itch, expectant of pain
Your body tensing,
Your eyes squinting shut,
Bracing.
Here the doors have no names,
The paths laid out before you have no way,
Sprawling this way, that-a-way, every which way,
The halls of eternity remain the same,
But once you move forward you can never return.
Endless slamming,...
“They were wicked. You can’t blame me for it; for seeing it clearly. You can’t blame me for being able to discern the Truth while you sit behind your shadow veils. The blind can’t blame the sighted for their ability to see and their direction, can they?
“I am here today not to repent but to tell you how merciful I have been. I could have killed the lot of you—easily. And yet you were spared. For w...
A fire sets the horizon alight in a marvelous glow; a gradient reaching from a sea of sky to a sea of flame. The sky, like fresh-squeezed wine hangs on to the last fading remnants of her color before that celestial ball of fire sinks below the level horizon to feed a forgotten hemisphere which now hungers for the daylight. Our corner of the world gradually turns to shade, unveiling numerous brilli...
_Author's Note: Japanese names are written with surnames first._
DARKNESS, so black it made his eyes water. The boy tried to keep his head above the impenetrable shadow, craning his neck to see even a faint ember of light. But the darkness was interminable and it made no difference where he looked; up, down, left, right, the darkness followed him like a parasite feeding off his every thought, his ...
I the wanderer,
You the thief
Stole my joy, my
Soul, my sleep.
Rest to the weary?
For me there's none.
I see it clearly,
The ill you've done.
I was once laden
With friends so true,
But now they've faded
All after you.
Who shall I turn to?
What shall I gain?
Shall this dark sorrow
Be all in vain?
We once were brothers,
Would we never end.
No longer I long for
You, twisted friend....
This is not necessarily about love at first sight, but love at first conversation:
I turned my back on a rainy night
To, lonely, go indoors.
But a sweet “hello” from your voice
Made me stop and turn.
I had never spoken to you before that night,
But one quick word with you, I knew…
I need you.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes
Or how much pain I have to go through
To get back to you.
Because...