KoG-Jakall

 I. I, for as long as I can count the time of being a self, have been pondering a single question. One that shakes to me to the core of my beliefs, if you can call purpose a belief; equally so, it make me question the very foundation of what it means to be. Unequivocally so I'm also forced to consider the possibility that I, myself, me, am nothing more than a construct of that purpose, that same question. Why? I know it's vague and all encompassing in it's nature, fore one can simply ask; “Why this?”, “Why that”, and arrive at a point infinitely less complex. Why though remains lingering follow by it's more concise n

Prologue:     Fire consumed the Wimmer house and pillars of smoke like a blossoming flower rose into the night. The flames licked the night  through the shattered windows. Inside, the fire raged wildly as the sound of sirens approached the house.     William, a volunteer fire fighter, burst from the front door of the house holding a boy with short blond hair. The flames followed him as he moved out away from the house. Will glanced down as he ran to a safe distance.     The boy's name was Meric. He was the youngest of the Wimmer family. Will laid him down in the yard across the street and checked for a pulse It was faint but he was aliv

Hello:     People used to ask me, “Are you okay?” Now they just wave and pass me by. They live their lives as if nothing happened. Nothing, no greater evil could ever hurt me more. Over the last two years I've seen this town grow cold and distant. The good nature that my family presented has long since passed. I don't know what to do any more. Is there no hope here? My life seems empty and worthless. What now?     I wrote.     The computer screen was beginning to hurt my eyes. The blog that I had started last week had two views. My eyes watered a little. Both of the views were mine.     Disappointment.     My therapist told

Go On:     Alexia washed the dirt and mud off her body. She'd found the cache of money and her necklace buried near the old willow in the backyard. The Oakheart's had followed through on their promise. She stopped for a moment.     Donna and Paul Oakheart had been the kindest people that she'd ever met. They'd offered her protection when no one else in the world would. She had loved them and now that they were gone she felt like breaking down. Tears retaliated against the warm water. They were the closest thing she had ever had to family.     Alexia climbed out of the shower.     The towel Marcus had laying on the floor smelled as thoug

 I. I, for as long as I can count the time of being a self, have been pondering a single question. One that shakes to me to the core of my beliefs, if you can call purpose a belief; equally so, it make me question the very foundation of what it means to be. Unequivocally so I'm also forced to consider the possibility that I, myself, me, am nothing more than a construct of that purpose, that same question. Why? I know it's vague and all encompassing in it's nature, fore one can simply ask; “Why this?”, “Why that”, and arrive at a point infinitely less complex. Why though remains lingering follow by it's more concise n

Prologue:     Fire consumed the Wimmer house and pillars of smoke like a blossoming flower rose into the night. The flames licked the night  through the shattered windows. Inside, the fire raged wildly as the sound of sirens approached the house.     William, a volunteer fire fighter, burst from the front door of the house holding a boy with short blond hair. The flames followed him as he moved out away from the house. Will glanced down as he ran to a safe distance.     The boy's name was Meric. He was the youngest of the Wimmer family. Will laid him down in the yard across the street and checked for a pulse It was faint but he was aliv

-To you My Love to you I cry- Through the cold of space I call to you,  the heavens and stars light my way.  Exist for me my sweet last breath,  like the day I began to pray. Overtures begin to play,  alas there's not sound in space.  Just a beautiful gate that's ajar for me  as tears roll down my face. Years pass before my sight,  I see us growing up,  I see our kids playing children's games,  and our first collie pup. Our memories flashing onward still,  The fire place lit with delight,  when we just laugh and cried,  and the lake around midnight. Unwrapping and winding around me  Without them I step to the ga

I look into your eyes and think, "These are the eye's of a Psychopath and they follow me everywhere I go." When I see you, It moves me beyond all measure. Who are you and what have you become? All I see is the eyes of a Psychopath, Distant and cold. Deluded by the nature of man to think and in doing so discovering the hate for it all. Staring back at me are the eyes of a Psychopath. In them I see pain and sadness overwhelming. Something that doesn't deserve a seconds more existence. Some strange beast. whose own mortal coil reveals insanity. All I see are the eyes of a Psychopath, and in their reflection my own soul. When I

Nature’s Feelings A lonely leaf floats through swirling air, crying with the screams. The ice everything coats, following an unspoken dare; there’s no grip it seems. The leaf crumbles with the pressure and the hurt. Everything tumbles, loses its measure, unsteady like the dirt. Nothing’s the same, helplessness appears, a lost baby bird. A horse lame, blood, pain smears, can feelings be absurd? What is this? The friendship is gone, does the day exist? Is there something to miss? Where is dawn? The tears falling mist Onto a nonexistent list.

             We Share           We Love              We Are           Together               We Are         Souls Alike                You Take     Steps Back                 I Reach    Out 2 You                  Shaking Your Head No                    Question Flame                      In My Head                       You step                      to Me Play                     With My Hair                    I turn my Face                    Slightly Away                    from your hand                     You knew the                    pain it caused                   When you did this