I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
Short Poem
Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
Sometimes there isn't a title for a story. The words just flow like the sound of a brook in a wood no one knows of, until an author describes how the shift of the gentle breeze allows soft rays to caress the water to life. Then the sounds of the woods come to life before … Continue reading Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
Midnight Thoughts at Ten-Thirty
I sometimes wonder about love. In this time where my heart is plated around my finger. I think on time and place chance and circumstance and pause to reflect on fate. But all existentialism and essences and romanticism aside all I know about love is her face. That is all I will ever need to … Continue reading Midnight Thoughts at Ten-Thirty
Faith Taryn Davies 