Author Archives: The Scribbler

He sat motionless against the backdrop of a criminal moon.Hung in the distance beside the nearness of malnourished thoughts.Lurking there and here like the grudge of forgiveness stolen on a night of intrigue.Never once passing his faceless mask to those … Continue reading →

Four times wanted.Too small to be seen.Too large to be forgotten.A past built of promises forced to be broken.Futures not yet claimed.Lives interrupted by the lack of life. Four times remembered.Anonymous names only written in stone.Aisles never to be breached.Graded … Continue reading →

It’s always been hard to say the word.To me it has a bigger definition than the word itself.It’s more of a concept, a way of life.Something that is to be demonstrated.Something that is to be lived.Something that the word alone … Continue reading →

There was a time when words hung like a rambling mosaic.Always drifting somewhere within the folds of an unused whisper.Always rolling off the mind’s tongue like random graffiti.Always growing as does the yeast of knowledge.Always there but not really. 3 … Continue reading →

Look around and then back.Your rays, like knives, have stabbed darkness into submission.Throw me the reluctance you’ve held back for so many years.Could a new beginning really be the ending of something so trusted? In years ago, I was a … Continue reading →

Somewhere beyond, there is a corner and then another.Should they be rounded or tamed?Straight has the appearance of correct.Yet, straightforward never seems to be enough.Perhaps a long stare down a short breath of abandoned reasoning? Questions in a vacuum of … Continue reading →

You are not the question.You are the lack of thought before a sentence.You’ve spent your life crawling through the angles of a circle you only pretend to draw.You know the meaning of too many words you’ve never seen.A lack of … Continue reading →

Alone behind the glass he thinks only window thoughts.Out there, beyond the railroad tracks and wind, he once conquered a day’s time. She stumbled forward through the wandering voices, shopping cart in hand.Together, they shared toothless stories.In times past she … Continue reading →

Begin again August and start me off straight this time.Your days came too fast for me to mark them down as anything of importance. I realize you are restricted by yourself, but you must be aware that I am also hindered … Continue reading →

They shatter themselves into bits of everyone else’s shadow.They linger in the cradle of a valley like the setting sun.They pass far beyond the black, stealing the boundaries of your direction and painting their own ideas of white lines on … Continue reading →

Between a dream I saw you, broken and torn; contaminating your openness. You, the beginning. The end. The shortcut. You, the burglar of thought. The anticipation of reason. You, the prediction. The waiting. You, the inbetween. I felt my edges … Continue reading →

It’s been so long a time since I’ve been this way. Awkward and unaware. Trying to write myself a way home. Should I look to the north and smother myself in its strangeness? Would that help change the depth of … Continue reading →