Chaffee Wood
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My Mind Is Within a Haze of Uncertainty
My mind is within a haze of uncertainty Over the severe losses It's unreal!... How the dunes of forgotten sand were washed away by water and land. A single tower stands by a cliff-side overlooking the ocean. Eons passed so swiftly and the leaning tower ages; I stand atop it gazing into the melting sunset. And from my eyes comes the blossom of sharp rich crimson flames, like a burning flower in bloom.
By Chaffee Wood6 years ago in Poets
The Garnet Nightmare
I wandered through a basalt canyon, down a narrowing path of sediment. It suddenly lead to a wider area, a gallery of granite statues of women, some reaching for the sediment floor, some kneeling and filling vases of imaginary water. One of them was just standing, she became animated and began walking towards me, each footstep creating ripples in the ground. Her eyes were extremely dark and followed catawampus; they rolled around swiftly and were obviously scanning for any foreboding dissonance in my expression. As the ebony black eyes gazed at me, an immobilizing disease mastered my conscious. I became unaware, timeless. An unnatural insect like humming disintegrated the existing stimuli. The surrounding granite could not be heard any louder. At this point I hoped for death but marveled at the powerful intoxication that I suffered. My skull was molded instantly into a large garnet sphere. Every strain and spec within it pointed to a memory, even ones that were yet to come. With a searing red glow, my head began to heat up and the humming changed frequencies. She had a devious and seductive smile- the last face I ever saw before she rotated around. Once the eye contact had broken, I felt the slight urge to move and strike, but I was too scared. She sank lower as if to touch her toes but instead turned into stone; one with the granite statues. My thoughts had crystalized, and I became immaculate.
By Chaffee Wood6 years ago in Poets
Tormented
Tormented by a wall of terrifying movement, It sat twirling Its head around in discomfort and insanity. Not for very long did It wait when the episode subsided and Its head retracted from the many places around him it had been. Its skin twitched and tightened, leaving Its mind in anguish. It counted out two, then quickly three little pills, which it took glancing in every direction. It avoided the senses of Its surrounding shadows, and the layers peeled from the walls in a moment where Its frozen body was turned away. Another episode was beginning again...
By Chaffee Wood6 years ago in Poets