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Spring Dreams

Cold trickle Downpour on the ledge My fingers try to take grip Like an idea on the balance beams of your mind Spin it Flip it Any way you like But it comes down to survival A hope for the future and The promise of eternal summer

The Cusp of the End

Creator Journals 8/23/25 I got to sleep until 8AM today. It was amazing! And my wife was home! What a beautiful weekend! I spent a lot of it cleaning and a lot more of it writing! Chapter 10 is done, and, starting next week, I can finally begin writing the last chapter. I feel likeContinue reading “The Cusp of the End”

WD 124 “Six Months”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Six Months You lull me to sleep with the quiet sounds of your late night scrambling I see you most out of the corner of my eye, and I’m already falling asleep after a long day of adventuring. The lights are still on. There are animalsContinue reading “WD 124 “Six Months””

WD 123 “Annihilationism”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Annihilationism I lay me down to sleep In a bed shaped like a coffin It’s undeniable that I need some extra rest Before I sink my teeth in tomorrow’s affairs Keep my box heated It gets cold underground Nightly vapors tend to seep through the cracksContinue reading “WD 123 “Annihilationism””

WD 120 “No Sleep”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. No Sleep Keep your eyes peeled Lest the shadows unfuse from the night dark and come upon you Solid vacancy Midnight keeper of a cage full of black birds They don’t really sing. It’s a natural mating call that we compare to music Just like dayContinue reading “WD 120 “No Sleep””