Short Stories

The Dark

Everyone is afraid of some kind of dark.
The light is gone,
The dark engulfs you.
Sounds reach out,
And seem to pull you.
But we push away,
And run towards the light.
But for some that light is dim,
That is when we are most afraid.

Stories

I have time.
Time is my dear friend, and stories are her lover.
A love unfound, unheard of. Such that is indescribable and a mammoth of all other emotions. That is her love for time.

Remember

When in doubt,
Resort to thought.
When in thought,
Remember thine heart.
Within thy heart,
...Remember my name.
Call my name,
And I'll be there.

You, That I Am
The words on the tip of the tongue,
I am He, the words unsung.
So go on, go ahead,
Forever I, I am undead.
The words within me are bold and true,
Until the day, You love me too.
So forget the day of the words you sought,
A true love still, cannot be bought.
But remember,
Beneath my words, you shall tremble.
I am that which is forever,
You were my one and only true endeavor.

Tomorrow

Today
Is now
Yesterday
No longer matters
For today is today
And yesterday cannot change today
However today can change tomorrow
So we must save today
I cannot predict what will happen tomorrow
Because I am no fortune teller
I am only a voice
A distinguished thought you might say
And thought cannot change anything
Change requires an action
But a powerful action requires powerful thought
And a powerful thought
I can provide
So am I making any change?
You, tell me.

The Profession

I am the Surgeon of Sentence
The Judge of Accusers
The Healer of Wrong

From I
You will receive Nothing
But from Me you will receive All

I am
The Words on the tip of your Tongue
I will not give you what you Seek
But I will grant you so much More
I am the Voice
The Voice of Reason
Although I am Wrong
I am very much quite right
You know What I am

Who
Are you?


-Quis est Morbus?