. How can I Keep the piecesOf this cracked maskTogether, withTied up hands?I feel the burningFissures lickingMy cheeks, andI understand…The end isComing,Though maybe notThat near.When the darknessShows, as it alwaysDoes,I fear….When will IFinally just giveUp and giveup trying?Sometimes I feelIt wouldn’tHurt allThat much Dying?I’ve always knownI wouldNever growReally old.Reality hitsHarder thanAnything I’veEver been told.But I…… Continue reading Broken mask…
. I fear not the dark,Shadows make the best backdrops For lonely thoughts… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Eerie building by a railroad in the middle of the night. Safe spot? Maybe not, but I lived…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided…… Continue reading One special day… (January 6th FFF)
. I am done with you. He didn’t expect a response, but the lack of it made him angrier. I did everything I could to please you… Make you proud. I tried so hard… Tried to love you, to make you love me… And all that’s left from it is pain and frustration… And…… Continue reading N like Nemesism…
. I don’t do book reviews, simply because I don’t know how to make a good one. Sure, I could learn how to become a great reviewer (is that even a word?), but there are many awesome awesome bloggers that already do it a hundred times better than I could ever, so… I am making…… Continue reading Feasting upon the bones…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Pillow talk… (June 25th FFF)
Yesterday, I stumbled upon A handful of words… Words once inspiring, Words I once admired. I looked Over my shoulder, And remembered How you once Lured me Like so many others… So many. Sucking people’s attention, Feeding on their praises And mine. Until you wanted Them no more. You tried to plant A hating seed…… Continue reading Yesterday…
Last week, I came across a documentary about a rather dark episode of Montréal’s history. In the fifties and the sixties, hundreds of patient of the Allan Memorial Institute (above picture) were used as guinea pigs for extensive experimental researches. Dr Ewen Cameron was known to be the best Canadian psychiatrist back then, and he…… Continue reading Dark times…
Sitting in the large armchair, he leaned forward to run his knotty fingers in the golden retriever’s fur. At first, the puppy didn’t react, deep asleep in the semi darkness. Another gentle stroke, waking the furry fellow. As he gave the next pat, the dog’s hairs started raising along its spine. He could…… Continue reading Evening pats…
Wander, wander Wander away… There’s no reason, Poor little soul, to stay. Here everything Is awfully grey… There’s no reason to revel, No ground to play. Spread your wings wide, Fly far, faraway… You can always, think Of coming back Someday.
Cyranny's Cove 