I felt uneasy in my chair, the room was spinning. My veins constricted, a bulging heart. The table shook, a picture fell. The sweet agony of losing life, loving into madness. Advertisements
Who deserves love more?
In so many ways, there you are. You and I share this story. The distant void, closes for now. Your smile brims in the early hours. Closing your eyes, all would be unveiled.
Holding your breath, I anticipate danger. How subtle, how strange.
Every life is a dream, every word is simple. There are few men from here to there. The mystery of a day of silence. Some complain, others fight. Sometimes, every word begins to struggle. Then we become our deeper self. Dreaming for just as much meaning.
Two words disagree, another stumbled. They run together, slowly over haste.
Listen to what your truth tells you, do it for yourself. You’re too young to go telling the truth, so here is life’s profound lie.
Beneath the tortured flesh and nerves, it’s a terrible game. We live without our daily peace, time and time again you repeat. Our merit in loving bonds, cannot break fond views. Your feelings will eventually subdue, a conscious mind fills. Let me give you a memory, giving your beating heart, follow your breathing soul.
I watched them for hours on end, astonishingly graceful. As the day sunk into velvet slumber, it set to find kind warmth. When the hand of solitude kept, their world was shaken into bits. As the months came and went, my memory grew jaded of this time. The moths ate away at the cloth, weeping … More Dragonflies in the Attic by Devin Pavlischak/ December 14th, 2015 ©
Buried in the ground, four inches to earth. About to explode into the massive crater. You reach to feel its warmth, its cold and fragmented. Going off without further thought, a spark ignited from tension. Propelled, indefinitely falling. I see the light once more before… ripped to ribbons and shredded. Revived for only a moment, … More An Artillery Shell by Devin Pavlischak/ December 14th, 2015 ©