• e.dawn.k. commented on the post, irreverent 5 years, 7 months ago

    The compulsion magnified, the irreverent pull. I cannot escape this. This is my design, my own creation. And I cannot escape what I have made for myself. You take your shoes off and I know what it means. You undress not only your clothes, but yourself and in that, me.

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, despite 6 years, 9 months ago

    Like a spot of blood in the water, I found you and despite Time’s bending sickle, we will not falter. We are able, we are being. Through the Night, we are Day.

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, cabinet 6 years, 11 months ago

    The cabinet opened to an old photograph. The person unknown. Written on the back was a a simple phrase, “You’ll be okay.”

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, backspace 7 years, 1 month ago

    The time between us and then, us and them, it’s long. We skip back and forth, backspacing our moments as if they were wrong. They were never wrong. They were right and I loved them. But I’m sorry for everything, […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, fluorescent 8 years, 1 month ago

    The fluorescent brilliance of a newfound truth. It’s been a while and we’re still waiting for the storm to pass. It’s more than a force of nature out there and we’re here, alone. Alone to endure. There’s a breaking point and I see it.

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, typewriter 8 years, 6 months ago

    The type-set and the mind ready. Relention is a frailty unveiled. There’s a new time and a departure, a dissolving of bonds is clear. “It’s time to choose a side now.”

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, sponge 8 years, 10 months ago

    “Life sings a hurried song” and god help me, I hope it takes me. Lack of sincerity kills me. I can’t breathe in these dim fogs. They drink up my measures as a sponge, you know. I keep looking for something real, innocent, sincere. I can’t find it, it doesn’t want me to see it.

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, mission 8 years, 10 months ago

    It’s one of those nights. Again. I try to do something of worth but all I manage to do is to grasp a pen and scribble down whatever emotion I can get out of me. I try to distract myself. I really do, it seems most of what I do is only to distract myself […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, miles 8 years, 11 months ago

    I’m afraid. I’ve seen the miles that I’ve walked, I’ve lived it. I should know the way but again and again the paths become unclear. I’ve seen beauty die and innocence along with it. Mine and others… I watched them flat line. The forms of faces clinched in pain and distaste, we tried to hold […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, made 8 years, 11 months ago

    I had a place to start which has now been wiped clean. The days of coming to this place, this home that is not a home, I can’t stop them because they can’t stop me. Thought they try, as many do. They’ve made their paths which now conform into one. And I’m that line you […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, strung 8 years, 11 months ago

    It’s pretty painful, these nights. The days don’t bring much either and I am left here. Not really, but it feels that way. Strung out on whatever dying vine is creeping up my wall. God, it hurts. I can’t find contentment in the people here. I just don’t feel attached to them. I’ve known them […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, complete 8 years, 11 months ago

    Can you tell me of a place where I might go? The idea of being complete is yet fleeting. Sand pouring through fingers, my time does the same. I don’t know where it goes, where I go. The days are pale and I look for anything to set them free. These pastel colors have my […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, revolt 9 years ago

    Revolt against the archaic nature. The new ways are here and your hand draws the path. The light is shining. Do you see it? See what it creates and pick out the shapes you like. There is much for you here, look and appreciate that. We are together, yes, you and I, your hand in […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, without 9 years ago

    My hand was held out, open, shaking it looked for something to keep it still. You were here and sometimes there. Your hand covered mine, it no longer shook. You ask me what torture is, I can’t leave you without an answer. The roads sway and I with them, there is no stability here. Maybe […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, matching 9 years ago

    Matching faces here and there. What to you hope for while looking out the window? What are you trying to see that is not already in front of you? There is no reason to deprive yourself. Run, break free, do the things I cannot. Escape and throw your hands to the air, feel that divine […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, driven 9 years ago

    The pains of this new hour are not surprising. For every road I’ve traveled, the driven desire has kept me company. I cannot open myself anymore. I tried to be alone but that goal was not satisfied. I knew the way and still, I became too distant, passed my destination and now I wander the […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, wash 9 years ago

    I’m sure you’ve heard this before but do you know that I’m talking to you? I’ve tried for so long and now I only want to close my eyes and feel my hollowed chest. There’s nothing there, it pains me still, quite the peculiarity. You agree with me. Yes, I know that too. No wash […]

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, smiles 9 years ago

    Smiles in decay, you know how they feel. Yes, you can feel them deteriorating with every passing glimpse. This is nothing new and there never was. Sorry cannot suffice for one who has heard it in profound numeration. Smiles… birthed from a different source each time and still the same from your lips.

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, brave 9 years ago

    Brave through the hindrances you find so appealing as of late. They’re right in front of you, you fool! Oh, the clashing disappointment that abounds these walls, you are not protected though you longed so badly to be. You cannot receive what is not of owe.

  • e.dawn.k. commented on the post, hawk 9 years ago

    The Darkness calls my name in hoarse echoes, almost inaudible but it still reaches me. And I try to run, foolishly, sound still latches on to me as a hawk in its prey. I am the prey now, and the predator… ever close behind me. Always near.