Broken Edges

In the corner the mirror sits,
All he hears is reflected memories.
Like broken tears,
They glisten.
As shattered remains fall,
He listens.

Still it rings in his head,
Memories shouted from the dead.
What he wanted, he didn't receive.
As his past lives to deceive.

Broken remains on the floor,
He begs them to scream no more.
Plaguing his thoughts,
The past.
Each breath he draws,
Closer to his last.

In his hands he holds the key,
To silence the screams,
Of his broken memory.
Smiling as he holds it high,
The shard of his haunts eye.

Like shouts of a fire,
His memories sing him one last choir.
The plaguing haunt closes it's eye,
All that's left is the will to die.

Cloaked in a shroud of black,
He dares to look back.
What he receives is a threatening roar,
With him, his haunt, forever more.

Alphabet Story

AH! Be careful! Cows are attacking! Don't provoke them! Even the dairy cows are revolting! Fight them with whatever you can find! Guns are not working on them! Houses are being burned by the thousands. In time, everyone will be homeless. Jets fly overhead dropping bombs in an attempt to slow the cows, but with little success. Killing cows never seemed so difficult before. Little kids are bing hidden in bars for their safety. Mooing drowns out all other noises. Never, has anything this terrible taken place. Only too late, did we realize that cows are just as intelligent as we are. Perhaps we had this coming? Questions can be answered later. Right now we have a herd of slaughtering cattle to deal with. Somehow this must be stopped. The military is trying to negotiate with the leaders, to no avail. Unnecessary chaos continues. Vultures circle in the skies. While in the distance, a rolling dust cloud approaches. Extremely terrified to this addition to the chaos, people become even more frantic. Yelling and screaming starts to become a dull background noise, as we realize what the dust cloud actually is. Zebras have come to defeat the cows with their superior stripes, saving humanity, and our cheeseburgers.

Green Grass Fields Under Skies Of Fire

I wrote this as an apology a while back. To this day it's still true.

In green grass fields under skies of fire,
They watch the world melt around them.
Like an old photograph, it fades,
Leaving nothing but charred remains.

His eyes shut,
His truths turn to lies.
He tries to hold on,
As she slips away.
His world gone,
Hers destroyed.
They remember that night.

Green grass fields,
Under skies of fire.
Everything stops,
Just for them.
In her eyes,
He is lost.
In his arms,
She feels safe.
Their love leads them,
To where forever awaits.

Still his world,
He looks for her.
Searching for,
What was lost.
Secretly,
She hopes.
He'll find her,
Where she's always been.

Green grass fields,
Under skies of fire.
Everything stops,
Just for them.
In her eyes,
He is lost.
In his arms,
She feels safe.
Their love leads them,
To where forever awaits.

Now she's found,
And for one lost forever.
He is lost,
She feels safe.
Under skies of fire,
In green grass fields.