Mind numbing monotony,
Strapping its chains.
The mind and the spirit,
And soul it restrains.
Crushing and squeezing,
It hurts and it maims.
Quelling all life,
‘Til nothing remains.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)

Words tumble forth from an overcrowded mind,
Too many inside that they can’t be confined.
Random thoughts and random sights try to break free,
Thus pen goes to paper and fingers to keys.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)

Cool breeze across an emerald sea,
I close my eyes and it calls to me.
Arms stretched wide, I turn around,
Touch the sky, caress the ground.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)

Boxed in a corporate life,
Duplicate drones toil in strife.
Imagining life outside the walls,
But thirty years more this prison calls.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)

Racing thoughts lost in the gentle grace of night.
Beauty sighs content beneath Luna’s soothing light.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)
Inspired by Eliza Dushku

Sun kissed breezes caressing delicate flesh of youth.
Tiny smiles hidden behind innocent hands of truth.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)

Rushing down the trendy path, no glancing back, no thought, no care.
Head first into flashy fads, the girl sees what, but not who or where.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)

Our crazy fish has departed from us and swam his way to the big ocean of the next life. Yes dear friends, Winter has passed on but we are richer for having had him even if he had an unnerving stare that made you look over your shoulder in case there was someone behind you because of the way he looked at you so intently. He will definitely be missed… even if he is just a fish.

*glub*

In the darkest corners of Heaven’s holy reach.
Scripture reads in riddles that foolish men do teach.

~ Crimson Myst ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)
Dedicated to the 100th episode of Supernatural

Room of faded, forgotten old world decadence haunted by neglect. Circle of doors with tarnished hinges. Choose wisely hesitant soul.

White weathered wood. Oval handle of blackened nickel rattling loosely. Scent of old dust, bitter metal and long dead flowers.

Scraping wood, low squealing axis. Step through into twilight. Chaos falling echoed by pitchy screams. Deep chimes mark erroneous time.

“Alice! Wake up!”

~ Crimson ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)