Darkness’s Grasp

And as we sleep

And as we drift towards the infinite sleep 

Where we meet those of the shadows and darkness

Until we push past them to the light

To start again without the memories of it

And what was before

And so the infinite cycle continues 

Except it won’t

Because that darkness grows 

And the light dims

The light inside us dims 

We slowly fade out 

To join the infinite dark

And to whisper the shadows to others

Till there are none left

The darkness reached out

Leeched out

Trying to infect others 

With something that they already have 

The darkness that infects us all

Those who blame others are the ones who suffer the most of it

The darkness slowly leech of to those just arrived and full of light

All are slowly tainted past their colours and at the end all there is, is black

Except that those who fight it find the light in their final days to drift into peace

To fall to the sands

Meaningless in the deserts of time

Time that does not exist properly

It ripples and folds and curves and splits

Where our feeble race believes it it a straight line forever

To take a split a side trail an adventure is to slow yourself from that which is inevitable 

Leading back to the all consuming darkness

It hungers eternally 

Not knowing what to eat so it wishes to eat all

And at its centre something that also wants to find the light

But that never will

Because we pile it with our waste and pretend it can’t come back for revenge

To take us all to the darkness without a way back

Then only it will have the light

And all will be lost

Insanity is the gaping maw to the darkness

Insanity is the face that makes others drag people into the dark

It is the one that faces our dreams, our nightmares

Aren’t dreams glorified nightmares

Aren’t they us fighting the fear and pain we experience in the nightmares we fear

And yet we have none of the strength awake

The light finds us as we sleep

Telling us to fight

But the dark is too far

Telling us to forget

The dark is the one who makes the nightmares

And it is the dark that wins and loses as we wake up we beat the nightmare

But we wake to a real one

Of insanity 

And death

And guilt and greed

And those who don’t have those are the ones who are left to fight against the darkness alone

And who see the darkness

It’s true form

For darkness is us

And it is not

We are the bad and the good

And yet we still can’t fight the whispers 

Or the dark

Because it is all around

All lights go out

And the dark always comes back

The worlds and universes started in dark

That is how they will end

It is why the deepest fathoms have the most beautiful scenes illuminated 

And there are those that are never illuminated and we will never know what their beauty was or will be.

Sebastian.

After Hours

I sit in the empty senior eating area. 

Nostalgia filling my heart and engulfing me as the gentle warm breeze.

I look around.

A rusted bell sits perched on the brick walls, a memento of the history.

It sits proudly in a contrast to the sleek, clean designs of the buildings and cover.

The vibrant blue sky peeks from the heavens.

With gentle clouds elegantly painted upon her flowing pale skin.

The trees and bushes slowly dance to the song of the wind.

My deep breaths joining the choir of peaceful sound.

The grounds remain hazy and hushed.

Like a giant resting.

Preparing for another day of the regular, routine life of humans.

Its slumber frequently interrupted by the echoes of a whistle

or the chorus of birds.

The earth is quiet here.

After hours

A bird soaring through the blue sky
As heat engulfs the people around
A strange atmosphere of thinking
As you hear the rustling of pages

Is it calm or is it frightening
Not seeing the place as it normally is
No loud screaming or eating
As everyone awaits the bell

Is it more peaceful now
Or is there a feeling of unease
Is it better in this light
Or does it fill you with discomfort

With the absence of active minds
It almost seems strange
For this place to be lacking in depth
When there is yet so much life

Mid Monday Afternoon

At first, you are hit by a wall of heat,

Yet then it engulfs you into its embrace.

Sitting down, it is quiet, empty,

Yet pregnant with endless possibilities.

The calm after the chaos.

As you sit and listen all around,

You are met only with the gentle rustling of the trees.

The like a jolt, a whistle pierces the air,

But is then absorbed into the calm.

Tranquil, relaxed, calm, and slow.

Brave birds of the urban environment glide bye,

Filling the air with excited music.

Their life and wonder reminding the space,

Of the chaotic masses who fill its halls.

Loud, hectic, young, and free.

Distant sounds echo from afar,

Cars, horns, bells, and whistles.

Emerging through the calm of the air,

Infiltrating the glorious space.

Close, yet distant, safe from the world and full of life.

 - Bella

After Hours

i take a deep, filling breath of the humid, watching air
the trees imitate my movements
in, out
in, out,
but instead they fill their wooden lungs with the adolescent wind's breaths of life
it's heavy
but i feel myself slowly lifting.

the silence -
a cacophony of deafening silence rings in my ears
loud, yet silent all at once

above my earth,
clouds like misshapen tufts of soft cotton
floating without a care
i wish i was the same
but their earth is different
i am of another plain

all at once, the raucous space of lunch-time gossip evaporated into thin air.

yet here i remain.

- charlie.