J.H.Y.

Judah. 30. Neurodivergent. Comic book fan. Fantasy lover. Aspiring crafter of tales.

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J.H.Y.

Judah. 30. Neurodivergent. Comic book fan. Fantasy lover. Aspiring crafter of tales.

https://thehipstersfreaked.tumblr.com

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Without

J.H.Y.

1 min read

This brain of mine is a fragile thing, held together with a straying string

It leaves my body most nights, diving deep in the dark sea of frights

It swims along shipwrecks of loss and pointless dreams, drowning in screams

While I stand on shore, lost, alone, without a piece of me so core.

This heart of mine is a broken wing, at night I rip it out and swing

As I see it within my sights, I con...

Poetry

The Storm Tree

J.H.Y.

1 min read

He scans the surrounding area, stopping on a tree covered in grey leaves outlined with a dark blue hue. Moving closer, he sees that it fits the exact image of the extinct Storm Tree he found in that tattered antique book years ago. Once at the tree, he reaches up, touching one of the leaves on it’s lowest branch. Within that touch, the tree demonstrate’s it’s true power as a storm flows through hi...

Grief

J.H.Y.

7 min read

Brenda expected to spend her twenty-first birthday alone in her home in the quiet village of Charmia just waiting for the day to pass her by. She’d done everything she could to insure that attention didn’t come her way. She grew her own gray cloud stalks, created a pond for her massive horde of frogs, and planted grains so she’d never have to visit the baker for bread but even though she kept to h...

Fantasy

Rumination

J.H.Y.

1 min read

Bed

Tucked in

Without dreams

Insomnia

Closed eyes, open mind

Restless legs, frantic thoughts

Will I ever sleep tonight?

The night leaves, day’s here once again

I open my eyes, mind still running

Another night wasted sorting through trash...

Poetry

Trust Fall

J.H.Y.

1 min read

Will didn’t oppose the idea of treading the land all day but once they reached the estuary it became clear they were running out of land to tread. His fellow traveler, an older man by the name of Mort wore a decisive look on his face as he felt around the land. Will watched Mort head over to a large pile of rocks. Once there, Mort touched upon them and Will stared on full of regret.

He’d given u...

The Deal

J.H.Y.

1 min read

She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what is yet. His true secret must remain locked away, tucked in the depths of his melded mind because if she finds out the truth, the entity he made a pact with will unleash. So he thinks of less harmful secrets that won’t lead to the end of the world but things can get complicated when the love of your life is a sleuth. After years of being lied to,...

Crystal White Tear

J.H.Y.

1 min read

A single tear can kill a man

Or send them to life in the can

In days of old, it got them whipped

Hidden smirks as their skin ripped

What power lies in those tears!

Oh, how an encounter fills my fears.

Tears which can take all one holds dear

Tears which inflict pain on those near

Those tears have stripped those of childhood

Turned children to adults where they stood

Those tears have exclud...

Poetry

The Fallen Star

J.H.Y.

4 min read

It's been a while since I've been stuck in the role of me. There is no spotlight on my face, yet the light of the sun is just as unforgiving as a disgruntled light technician. Around me, there are charred remains of a world I used to stand atop of. On my back, I carry a backpack stuffed with supplies that will only last me another week. Before the end, I used to have anything at my fingertips with...

Longing

J.H.Y.

1 min read

Passionate beam upon my aging skin

Numbered days in this body, yet I grin

Shine upon me, my beautiful spotlight!

The brief moments shared are life’s greatest win

I glow upon that fiery gaze at noon

Night, approaches and I wait for that spin

Do you remember me, beautiful sun?

Hidden away like a forgotten sin...

Poetry

The Home Fixer

J.H.Y.

3 min read

I put the groceries on the counter, taking a look at my pristine kitchen with awe. I organized every spice by name, every recipe in the recipe box by color, and I knew how to get a stain out of everything. I’m the perfect wife, the girl next door that all the upstanding adults told the boys they’d be lucky to marry one day. If I had to describe myself I’d say I’m every man’s dream come true. It’s ...