I don't think I have ever understood you; not on any real level, anyway. We have lived and shared and known so much of each other, but I don't think I know the secrets of your heart. Perhaps this is my shortcoming. I have not been driven and intrepid enough to bare the unexplored … Continue reading Emancipation of a Suburban Marriage
Tag: creative writing
Eyes That See in Color
Eyes that behold the light, sapphire blue suffusions. Reflections through spectrums of deep, red hearts pulsing, expanding with mass gathering faster that heat burns, hot white and corona yellow, in purity of conversion. Bright soul of the brilliant fires, burned long, down to even, cold azure, off-gassing green luminescent and striking crystalline veins of … Continue reading Eyes That See in Color
Phoenix Life
Why do you hide from the storm? What do you fear of its power? These are just words on a page, life gets shorter by the hour. Love is a dangerous game, I'm trying to get you to play and stand out with me in the rain. I'm trying to make you exclaim; "I love … Continue reading Phoenix Life
The Heart of Mystery
Mystery. It was embedded in her dark eyes, hinted at by her dress and though her lips parted at first only to smile, they whispered of it. I had no desire to solve her, like some detective in a cheap novel; no, she would not yield her secrets by way of clumsy persuasion. I … Continue reading The Heart of Mystery
The Drone Parade
Pull up the sheets and wish away the day. Shut your eyes and wish the world away. There is no love left in your menial, pathetic, drone parade. Marching to and from the hive you're not even alive, you're just another name. You've traded all your time for pay. Money doesn't change hands, numbers … Continue reading The Drone Parade
Fumble Fuck
I'm a blind man, trying to feel my way around this system. I'm lost in intricate theatricals. I don't understand the symbols or their meaning, can't shake the feeling, this isn't going to end well. I tried to take apart a person, just to see how they worked on the inside, but it can … Continue reading Fumble Fuck
Monday 09/26/16
I know, I only post on weekends... for the most part. Who's up for a little Monday Weirdness?
Harbingers of The Angels
Red and blue. Red and blue lights. Red and blue light flashing, screaming, tearing through the quiet night. A terrible and beautiful display. They light up the street and the stars seem to shrink away, as if giving space for the first responders to work. On a path that takes me nowhere near … Continue reading Harbingers of The Angels
Love in A Physical Universe
How long has it been since you were last told that you are special and unique to the universe? Not only needed by the world, but necessary for its existence? I know you have been feeling a little blurry around the edges; undefined, like an underexposed photograph. And I know you've been wanting that … Continue reading Love in A Physical Universe
The Interview
I split my tongue so that I could speak to you in a language you would understand. I sold my soul to a ghost, turns out he used to be a man, but I made out better than most; made something of his plan. Gone a while to the coast, maybe they'll bury me in … Continue reading The Interview
Early Morning Visitation
I heard your voice this morning and it had been more than a long time. I didn't call on you like I said I would, I was too ashamed. You knew that I had broken all my promises and had let my lust linger in those old, dark places. I had begun to view … Continue reading Early Morning Visitation
Lull
I don't think that chaos ever ends, but there are moments between tragedies and clamour. In the eye of the storm, the pause in the fight, the early dawn, before the devil seeks his breakfast. In this moment, I can hear the birds; only when the rain doesn't fall and I can sit … Continue reading Lull
Time of The Shaman
He prays towards Sirius at dusk. Draped in strips of colored cloth, Spartan in fashion, hanging with bright feathers and bones of reptiles. He is calling on the universe, on that which lies above and below. Sometimes long dead elder gods, or ancestral spirits; he coaxes them down from the astral plane. A … Continue reading Time of The Shaman
Falling Together
I watched you implode, brilliantly, like the stars you always wish on. Your beautiful edifice succumbed to unimaginable and unseen internal pressures. You were always so full, of life, of love, of strength; I never would have believed if you told me that the weight was approaching violent, critical mass. There was never … Continue reading Falling Together
200 Followers
You guys never cease to make me feel like my art is appreciated. Thank you. Much more to come. - HG
First Short Story
Well, I just published my first short story to the blog. "The Picture in The Hall" Check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/hokusgrey/
In All Of It
I have 2 eyes that see all ways, always and never languish. I have one tongue that is never done turning my insides in any language. I have loved all and been loved in return. In any moment, I am death come in the morning to everyone some time or other. I have … Continue reading In All Of It
Subtlety
This is forgiveness, such is this bliss. Exposed to the sands and the deeds of my hands. Walked up and down the line with a mind to dig it under, 'til it came upon my mind and I was set afire with wonder. If it is to be, then let it be in me, … Continue reading Subtlety
The Messiah
I was lost in darkness and you sent a light to find me, for I had lost all, gained nothing and fallen, corrupting my soul; until you showed me something I know was the truth of love and all those other things that seemed so far away, that could only dream of. Seeking the … Continue reading The Messiah
Giving It
Gave in one final time. Turning my back on all I've ever been, choosing you, choosing life. Walking away from sickness and pain and I don't feel the same. Take away my mind. Take away me. Break the chains of my sorrow, setting me free. From time to time I have waded deeper … Continue reading Giving It