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Headlights on the Road of Our Intentions | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. Headlights on the Road of Our Intentions. June 29, 2015. June 30, 2015. Help me explain to the sirens in the distance. That simply my headlights did not see him. When I was on the road that you were walking through,. Somehow in the night, my headlights didn’t catch you;. Only one shoe, so high it flew. On your chest I kept pressing, working toward a blessing,. But I couldn’t keep your breath up; I lost your attention. You left my dimension. My Little Black Not...
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Long Ago, at the Temple of Venus | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. Long Ago, at the Temple of Venus. January 16, 2015. January 18, 2015. We used to dance. Like night skies,. Of your star rising. Now I sit alone. Paint chips fall, waiting. To hear a groan. Ancient inlays rotting under. Proof your presence is. Looking for the lost. When all have hidden in. The walls, collecting dust. Or dead spiders; speaking. Husk of how powerful. We lived. You burned. By your light I built. Temples for all your worth. At altars I could hear.
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Michael | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. July 22, 2015. July 22, 2015. I found I had no need to breath, arising. Against my casket’s deed,. Eating dirt as I pull free,. Needing just you as the air touched me. Two thousand nights I’ve been awake,. Shambling decay, looking for the tears. You poured at my grave. Did I bleed you dry over pieces. Of me that needed to change? I hear I don’t want you, but in bed,. I’m so addicted to your taste, I bite. You say I don’t love you,. Over two thousand nights.
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Witchcraft II: The Sea | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. Witchcraft II: The Sea. July 4, 2015. July 24, 2015. With one wish,. You inspired the whole. To form walls so. What wicked waves rise like this? With one wail,. You demanded the rains. To bite like ravenous fish. What wicked rains rage like this? You sunk me, mariner. Made from ocean,. To depths I’ll never reveal. What wicked waters war like this? Resuscitated (Your Zombie) →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Witchcraft: The Storm | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. July 3, 2015. July 4, 2015. Spinning the air,. Quick, cunning,. Turn face; running. Dark day’s sky;. Shape cast down;. You too, incapable. Of resisting. Held. Headlights on the Road of Our Intentions. Witchcraft II: The Sea →. One thought on “ Witchcraft: The Storm. July 3, 2015 at 7:47 pm. Very nice, Michael! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Conversations w...
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Little Bees | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. May 15, 2015. May 15, 2015. No matter how many times that you wandered. Far on the breeze; no matter how high you flew,. You couldn’t get past the trees. No matter how many times that you flew far away. From fall of the giant rain; there was nowhere to go,. On your own, wearing your pain. No matter how many die, sacrificed on the line,. They will never regret. No matter how you lie,. You will still get caught forever in their long nets;. Enter your comment here.
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Resuscitated (Your Zombie) | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. July 22, 2015. July 22, 2015. I found I had no need to breath, arising. Against my casket’s deed,. Eating dirt as I pull free,. Needing just you as the air touched me. Two thousand nights I’ve been awake,. Shambling decay, looking for the tears. You poured at my grave. Did I bleed you dry over pieces. Of me that needed to change? I hear I don’t want you, but in bed,. I’m so addicted to your taste, I bite. You say I don’t love you,. Over two thousand nights.
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The Wanderer | Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night | Page 2
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. January 12, 2015. January 12, 2015. Woken by the burn of a night fire,. Sheets soaked in sweat, flushed body over tired. And all the voices in head my singing your name. The dreams have started again,. Waking up from visions of us together in the end. To a room that’s too quiet and my own anticipation. Holding out for a breath of life,. Repeating to myself, just make it through dawns light. But the mornings too far and the fits are coming harder. When night st...
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Two Breathes Away (Unfinished) | The Wanderer
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Looking for a Safe Place to Spend the Night. Two Breathes Away (Unfinished). January 16, 2015. January 16, 2015. Though I can tell the dawn has just triumphed into bright, I see no potential for today;. Caught between peeking blinds and sheets for curtains, the light has nowhere to go. My feet will not reach the floor today; the deepest part of the ocean is in my room. The more I sink, the less I try to fight the current that’s cradling me into my tomb. Long Ago, at the Temple of Venus →. Blog at WordPre...
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