A World of Stories

  Skulls, pumpkins, witches start appearing in the stores the ghosts and jump-scares start making me feel at home the creepy music and scary movies fill the air and the colder weather settles in and my soul starts to thrive.           Originally Posted:  September 25, 2023

  The puppy sleeps next to my feet and something in me aches to join her and drift off to a land of dreams instead of sitting here wasting time away on the things that won't matter at the end of it all.           Originally Posted: August 6, 2023  

  Disney’s song “Poor Unfortunate Souls” like many other Disney villain songs is both fun and over dramatic, but this is only one of the reasons it is and makes for a perfect drag performance. Outside of the song itself, is the fact that songwriter Howard Ashman used the likeness of famous drag queen Divine as inspiration for Ursula. So fundamentally there is a connection between the song and drag, but it is not the only connection. There is a small part of the song where Ursula is just roasting the people who come to see her. They are “miserable, lonely, and depressed, pathetic” along with calling them “poor unfortunate souls” which shows that yes, she doesn’t care for these people, but it is also a read on how these people can’t solve their problems without her help. The fluidity of movement and “the importance of body language”. Ursula moves seamlessly and elegantly throughout the song, and while yes that is the way she is animated, it also makes watching feel like y...

  If life were like a Hallmark movie I would be the guy left in the city alone wondering why the girl who was in all of my dreams left for a small town and didn't look back. I would be the guy left wondering why the girl I was going to marry didn't understand that I could value my work and love her at the same time. The guy left wondering when love became all or nothing. If this was a Hallmark movie and I risked my great life in the city to chase you down in a town that I spent years dreaming of escaping I would not be so understanding. If this was a Hallmark movie and I was ready to propose only for you to leave town and rekindle an old flame without a thought to me I would be heartbroken and ready to tear down that town. But this is not a Hallmark movie and you left me to be the villain in your love story just like the ex at the end of a Hallmark film.      Originally Po...

  As two people pass by with their heads down Each not sparing the other a glance The light suddenly changes  And then projected on the side of a building  I see them Not in the worn bodies they wear now  But back when life was new and exciting  I see them when they were dancers Her in a dazzling red dress And hair done up like a royal lady  Him in a black suit with a shiny tie  And his top hat and a cane  I see them in the middle of a ballroom   smiling  Looking the happiest they will ever been Still young and naive to the ways of the world Then, as quickly as they came The two vanish Both off on their separate ways Perhaps never to see each other again But their shadows stay  Asking for one more dance  To keep the story of what  Could have been alive.         Originally Posted: March 17, 2023 

  You dare ask me Et Tu When it is you who flew too close to the sun  And craved more power over your people  You ask of my betrayal  Knowing it was your arrogance  That lead us here  With my knife inside you  And your ghost following me  For betrayal goes both ways  And it was you who struck first  Against Rome and against me  So yes dear Caesar I too betray you               Originally Posted: March 15, 2023 

  The witch burned and the little girl watched An instinctual fear crawled from her head to her heart knowing she could be next.  The witch burned and the little girl watched  As the town continued cheering and she knew she could never be safe She helped clean up the pyre thinking of ways to escape. Another witch burned and the little girl watched  And tried not to imagine herself being licked by the flames  Even as the fire grew brighter and the only thing she could hear  was her heart beating  As the town began cleaning up the pyre without her.  Another witch burned and the little girl watched  But her gaze was directed towards the woods where she saw a woman And their eyes met briefly  And the little girl felt a spark of hope rekindle in her chest.  Another witch burned and the little girl watched  No longer afraid of the fire as she crafted an image of herself And ...

  Escape into the hills with me And we shall live in isolation. Just us two and our herd of sheep. We shall have a comfy cabin And it will be our own slice of Heaven. No more big city buildings. No more gray walls and dull days. Long days of laborious work Will soon be long forgotten And you shall never have a hellish day again. The Spring will bring blooming flowers And the trees shall blossom. We will lay around in the sun Doing nothing but staring out at the clouds In our own private oasis of Heaven. And in the blazing, bountiful Summer We will feast on luscious plums and pretty peaches. When the sun reaches an almost unbearable heat The rain will lightly drizzle around us In a near perfect imitation of Heaven. Then Autumn will enter with a burst of color And a chill shall slowly creep in As we walk among the changing trees Experiencing the colors of the universe In our refuge we have turned into Heaven. The Winter may freeze the land, but it will not touch us. The beauty of the...

  The Summer Hikaru Died by Mokumokuren tells a beautiful but horrific story about what it means to lose someone while also having to adjust to a new version of that person.  The story starts before the pages with a boy who went missing in the mountains of a rural town, eventually, he comes back, but something is not quite right. When Yoshiki asks if this entity is the real Hikaru, despite already having an inkling that he isn't, he accepts this new supernatural entity as a new version of his friend. It's almost the same as it was before, except this new Hikaru is experiencing things for the first time while the real Hikaru has already lived through the movie, and is eating his favorite foods. But not everything is great, old women, cats, and single mothers warn Yoshiki about the entity he is friends with, and his friend doesn't quite know how to react to everything.   Beyond the plot, the story is captivating and both Hikaru and Yoshiki have compelling story arc...

  I sort through the emails waiting for one from you but instead its just letters of spam, junk, and promos. But I'll keep sifting through it all until your name appears and we can talk again.       (Originally Posted on August 23, 2024) 

  I wish you would bruise me where the pain wouldn't linger so that in the moments after when you shower me with love I could forget the past until it comes back to bruise me again.         (Originally Posted on August 29, 2024) 

  I try to remain in the structures of stanzas but can't help branching out and breaking the rules to create something that might mean nothing but is something I created which makes it special at least in my eyes.     (Originally posted on February 1, 2024) 

  I just want to sleep a tree knocks at the window so I keep awake         (Originally Posted on July 5, 2024). 

  The world is ending but the jokes keep on coming because laughter helps.           (Originally Posted on July 27, 2024) 

  The Master told me to venture forth but did not tell me to where so I explored the world unknown to me and left the world of rules behind to find greatness and become known. He did not tell me how but I suppose I will find a way anyhow.     (Originally Posted on August 30, 2024) 

  There are rules we are meant to follow so that we may be honored among the greats but those rules mean letting you die so that the world can thrive. If I refuse to follow the rules I will never be seen as a hero but if I do, I lose you. So I think, just this once, the rules can be ignored and I can still be seen as great and keep you at my side.           (Originally posted on August 31, 2024)   

  I am sorting through the relics of my past and struggling to let go of the things that connect me to you. I am shuffling through papers and not thinking of you at all as I pile them into a box that will be burned away by the end of the week. I don't touch the pictures I couldn't bare to sort through them.             (Originally posted on August 25, 2024)

  The wind comes in with a chill and the sky grows darker as the monsters come out to play. They wait in the shadows to haunt your nightmares and creep around to give a fright until the sun comes out to shine a light.     (Originally posted on Sept 4th, 2024, under the name Faces of Horror) 

  The morning starts off cold enough to keep me bundled up in bed but the afternoon brings a heat that has me wishing for days of napping outside and the night brings a chill that makes me ache for the warmth of before.     (originally posted September 6th 2024)

 Finally  Winter arrives  with a burst of cold  after a too hot fall.  Snow  starts falling down  and I remember the feeling  of warmth after the cold  and begin to forget  the unbearable heat.

 Hello, this is where my writing is going to live for now.  It's mostly poetry, but occasionally there will be essays and short stories.  There are going to be some recurring themes, and perhaps some recurring characters, but I hope you find something to enjoy. Come on in, and get comfy, and be prepared to face some darkness. Other Places to find me:  buy me a coffee