Slowly building, like an insane cancer, coiling around the organs and bones of the mind itself before leaving the soul a perforated mess.
The Vestibule contains content that will be disturbing or similarly distasteful to some.
Cogs of Rust is a story set in a time long after us. The lives of Isia, Sem, and the Man of Clockwork are all destined to tangle. Isia will learn great things of The Ancestors and their advanced technology. However, with knowledge comes power, and with power comes foes.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
Well I LOVE Lolita and Anne Sexton so I decided to take bits from each and create a mashup poem. All rights for the lines used goes to Vladimir Nabokov and Anne Sexton or their publishers. Read and comment your thoughts?
2/15/07--The things we leave behind often haunt us. I saw this first hand in someone...and figured this is what I fell in love with. It has faded since, but the ideal still remains--people love a good tragedy.
I bragged to a friend that i could write a poem about anything, he challenged me to write one about rust, not very difficult, the metaphor comes pretty easy..... i dont know how good the poem really is though, so enjoy, comments are welcome!