GrubbsWriting

It defines the moment perfectly, The way you say you love me, Dancing with a blade in my back. It's not quite in, the point is only flirting with me. A tease like its holder, a brush at the ready to paint in running red. That's a smile only a horror movie would love, the kind without jump scares and an abundance of shots ahead of their times. The sucker I am is the fool for you with which to toy, a village idiot light on the feet and out of tempo with a tremble. I'm something of a professional beginner, an amateur in the art of getting waylaid by award winning acts, and stellar screenplays. Heaven knows the future sees me coming,

It defines the moment perfectly, The way you say you love me, Dancing with a blade in my back. It's not quite in, the point is only flirting with me. A tease like its holder, a brush at the ready to paint in running red. That's a smile only a horror movie would love, the kind without jump scares and an abundance of shots ahead of their times. The sucker I am is the fool for you with which to toy, a village idiot light on the feet and out of tempo with a tremble. I'm something of a professional beginner, an amateur in the art of getting waylaid by award winning acts, and stellar screenplays. Heaven knows the future sees me coming,

Under the two way mirror below each layer of the faded paint of a coffin, lied the liar laying alone and undead. Laughing in amnesia's grasp at his own reflection upon seeing himself through crazed eyes. I know the story that is told for the doomed soul, and how short it is will remind you of condemnations meaning. A guinea pig by his own curiosity laid flat in useless soils, his was a cliche tale of woe and an ending without twists. A turn for the worst will come with the lights switched on and the glass broken, and his first steps will be into a world without law or regulation, yet a prison all the same where the guards are inmates and th

Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul, that left me far from whole. The withered memory born unto my dreams again, refreshed and once more binding me by chain. The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed, gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed. My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well, Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell. The rising waters find my feet and climb, the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed. My heart from which the blood and tears flow, now at where the pain does ever grow. Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls... Make for my

There is a peace for every riot, just beneath God, in radiance from the soul. There is beauty that reminds me of Eden, Where the serpents are kept in the brutal deserts where they belong. It is to be alone with the other of significance, the majority of my soul, saved. That angel that ages like I, that my heart beats for whether near or far, despite all of time. Hers is the work of God that sports a mortal form, yet without end, does steal the air from my lungs with those looks and sounds that belong to her and my love to each and all of them. Never a shame or nuisance, for always is she charity for smiles and songs within hea

Never had I beheld such a morbid sight, Even after all that had penetrated my vision, And pierced the very innocence of my soul. ~ Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades, And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition. My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me. ~ The eyes that had before surrounded me, Came to once more encircle me… I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear. ~ The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring, And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm. A familiar presence came from behind me. ~ I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon

Bound to the eternal wait like shackles to the chain, There where my thoughts taunt me, Like my once angelic kin... Where "what if?" & "although..." are merely tools of the trade. Here the black fire burns the fledgling dove to a crisp, And the arachnid of the abyss consumes the ashes, Only to spit them back into this haunted mind. Such psychology to leave us in wonder by the unexplained neutral party of existence...time, the unstoppable inevitability. The unmelted flickering candle that burns a freezing fire in the heart of my heart. What I know of truth is little, especially in this Hell, where I live only to await judgments of our Fa

Down upon my knees, a murky puddle, stared as a reflection, with familiar eyes, looking beyond the back of my shoulders, at stormy skies and shuffling wings. the description unneeded, desired still... my thoughts raced through the crowds of beasts, growling at the very pulse that made me such a nuisance. This place is where expectations wither and die... where anticipation is born and grows in the arms of rhapsody. The tests are simply are a part of what I now look forward to. Thus far I have survived, that I may push on, upon the degraded and bloodstained Gaia, now given vision, as blessing or curse, to this war. My eyes are the ones t

There‘s this little patch of land down the street from where I live. Technically, it belonged to the neighborhood adjacent to ours, but that five-foot tall, wooden-rail fence was like a ‘keep out’ sign on a door without any locks. It’s got a creek like a crooked spine down its middle, and the mud around it was full of crawdads if you dug deep enough. Some kids from my neighborhood and I used to go down there and just screw around for a couple of hours before dinner. Throw rocks at the frogs, try to jump from one side of the creek to the other, or even try to climb from one end of the top of the sewage tunnel to the ot