Captian's Log A Prayer 12 Nov 2025 I feel so empty in this place of fear, hollowed out, broken, worse for wear, and I'm on my knees, begging heaven. Let this pass, let this cup pass, and…
Captian's Log Cannot Stop 10 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 The dream eludes me even now. The closer I seem, the more of a bogy it becomes. My hand reaches out, my fingers must brush it, but I feel nothing.…
Captian's Log A Smile Breaks Across the Dead Man’s Face 25 Aug 202523 Aug 2025 A smile breaks across the dead man's face, tearing the dried out skin. I try to wake up but am caught in a limbo of both worlds: my safe and…
Captian's Log I Know the Nightmare Comes 24 Aug 202523 Aug 2025 The planet was red, the rusted remains of a once living world. Wandering through the dead sands, day after day, searching for something, anything, to save me, I saw it.…
Captian's Log Like a Dove 19 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 I have desired you throughout the world, but you are not in the world. Mere reflections, only, hints, footprints, leading to a beyond beyond me. How can I follow you…
Captian's Log A Ghost in the Mirror 31 Jul 202531 Jul 2025 Into the darkness of my mind, I descend, and you are there, writhing in the black chains I've forged from nightmares. You are part of me, and nothing more, the…
Captian's Log Emaced 25 Jul 2025 Dear dreams demand devotion, others commend, forget.Tonight, I've no emotion;I cannot feel regret. I sought you in the darkness,but found that in the light—the lightning's sudden starkness—your corpse was holding…
Captian's Log Summer to Fall Into Dreams 16 Jul 2025 When death was my shadow one Summer's end, and the fading light of day, by its welcoming glow, mended my troubled heart, I stopped and sighed upon my walk. I…
Captian's Log A Postscript 3 Jul 2025 I was writing an e-mail, and an idea overtook me. My nom-de-plume? No mask I wear.Though it's a name I choose to bear,revealed to me within a dream—a fearful dream—I…
Captian's Log Still 28 Apr 2025 There is waiting in the silence an answer to your fears, but you fear to hear that still, small voice which remains after the terror. Walk with me then, and…
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