oneword: create

Strike a note in the air, that the sound might be distinguishable from the noise. Whether order from chaos or chaos from order, the made is unmade. A single instant provides destruction’s utter destruction. It begins.

oneword: create

build me something pretty. that is dying on the inside. or something small. that is more important than anything twice its size. something that reminds you of how it used to be. even though you didn't like the way it used to be. something that gets you back to where you started. even if you don't know how it ends yet.

oneword: pure

purity of motion. dancing in denial. i am the aftermath of broken rings, failed trust. the pieces on the chess board are not supposed to change colors.

ghost

onewrod: blade

blade, man, you died as hard as you lived. i wasn't around, i had moved on, so far away from you, from that world. i used to joke that you would die with a fifth in one hand, a knife in the other, and a curse on your lips. the way i hear it though, you died in a puddle of your own filth, with nothing more than a moan and a pauper's plot to mark your passing existence.

ghost

oneword: tail

tale ends, tail spins, ice on the ground and a broken bottle. my blood mingles with the ice, and i am transported into a dali painting, abandoned inside a poem by robert frost. drowsy and alone. is it chemical induced isolation, or am i just sick of you all?


ghost

oneword: intricate

intricate. the pattern of our lives weaved, threaded, and spun together. even if a loose thread snags some sharp object and the momentum of our movement were to pull us undone, you will never truly be without my pattern so carefully and permanantly intertwined with your own. we would have to destroy ourselves to be free of the other.


ghost

sliver(s)

everytime you jump, you just know she's gonna catch you. leap, her arms fall to the side as you fall past and slam into the ground. you try to clean up the soul glass splinters, but like actual glass slivers you never really get them all and end up cutting your fingers on them time after time. after a while, you gather enough confidence to try again. everytime you jump, you just know she's going to catch you.

ghost

oneword: sliver

just a tiny piece. a small, narrow, slightly broken sliver of you. that's all i need to keep. all i need to keep moving. keep hoping. keep believing. place me on the back burner. use me until i'm raw and boring and you don't want me anymore. i'll still wait. i'll still hope. as long as i have that piece.

oneword: sinner

i was the wind. i was the light. i was a fleeting thought of life and love. i was rapture wrapped up in a smile. i was all things childish and filled with wonder. i was the savior of your world.

and i gave it all away.


ghost

oneword: saint

my father dressed me down in robes and moons and stars that dripped onto the floor like the blood of his wounds and passions long lost in the fray between him and his love and hate for a god who never let him have what he wanted.

oneword: saint

warlock, our brother of perpetual lies. man, i remember you. the golden boy, all flash of teeth and bronze of skin. where are you now? alone in an old house. wife gone. kids gone. a junkie. loathed and despised. i wonder if i'll give a fuck when you go marching in.


ghost

oneword: melt

the asphalt bubbled and bled swirling steam into the winter air. what the hell? another biblical prophecy coming true. buildings gone. people dead. even the roaches have bit the big one. life as we know it, knew it, wanted it, over.

"damn it, i refuse to be another Dali painting," i whisper, despite the fact there's not a soul around to hear me.

ghost

oneword: hay

hay is for horses. at least thats what you always said. you were always little miss manners. what a liar/hoax/crock. what's the proper etiquette for breaking a heart? doesnt really matter does it, because you did it so incredibly well, you hob nailed bitch.



ghost

directions needed

where to red star? show the path you have tread so that i may follow. or at the very least, track your movement across our collective sky. and wonder at the brilliance of your crimson flow.

dark father waits in a blue pool.



ghost

lost

lost time. lost voice. lost friend. i want it all back, but i see you are nowhere to be found. where to, red? where do we go from here?

ghost

one word: fragrence

Bright smells accompany supple skin. Vanilla flowers adorn soap and clean hair. Her smell is as intoxicating as it is indescribable.

oneword: fragrance

The spirit of deception and truth.

fragrance

the aroma of fear clings to you like the stench of mildew on clothes left too long in the washer. i drink it in, relishing in your discomfort. you've been called out. your lies, all of your big talk, has been dragged out into the sunshine and put on display like butterflies pinned to a photo album. yet, you stand there, caught in the head lights of my confrontational style.

coward. what's it gonna be? i'm not going anywhere. go ahead. make your move. we're waiting.



ghost

free style by candle light.

here falls the watcher undone
look beyond the damage sum
vivid fractures
livid actor
more by grand design
less by fate's cruel smile
candle flames whisper
subtle hate or
hates or somethng more vile
my turn with no values
i intend to express my own divinity
but its fallen, tarnished like
aged brass.
God sits his throne
with absolute job security
while i wave good bye
to lost purity

oneword: inspire

to awaken what was always present with a gesture. A reminder that we are more than limitations imposed. Hope...in the spirit of efficiency.