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.