Author Archives: Zacharya

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Quagmire

Artwork: Calypso Noximera Alone. And before me – a wasteland stretching to the far ends of my vision – the barren, forgotten land of my mind. I carry my being through it, as if performing some valuable, fruitful activity, but I am walking in circles, head bowed down. My intellect, the one that occasionally elevates […]

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Surrender and Rebirth

Artwork: Calypso Noximera He starved me until a great epiphany took hold of my mind. I refused to face it, refused to face myself, to face my own face and admit my failure. A great realization of weakness. Until one sees just how easily torn his muscles are – they cannot hold the world in […]

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Curiosity and Bewilderment

Artwork: Calypso Noximera Deep in the crevices of the world, close enough to its core that I can hear its heartbeat, drowned in thick fumes of black, I find you. If I had not felt the warm, flowing embrace of water at my feet, I would not have known that I have stepped into a […]

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The Architect

Artwork: Calypso Noximera I am the sole architect of my days. I sculpt them from nothing. I find myself increasingly displeased with my creations, as I seek perfection. There are few things to hold onto in the chaos that I have become, only the power of will remains to fight off the tide. Lost… I […]

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Words of Humility and Admiration

Artwork: Calypso Noximera I write so that I can, one day, take my rightful place beside my heroes. With the confidence that I have something of value to say, that I am worthy of being in their presence. I will shiver in the face of their grandeur, humbled, as is the natural state of my […]

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Field of Ice

Artwork: Calypso Noximera I know Hunger. I come infinitely close to satiation, but I strangle myself before reaching it. I do not wish it to be mine. Teeth and gaze sharp, as is the mind, the mind that hungers for you. In a field of ice, I burn. In the Nothing, I create. In a […]

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In the Eye of the Beholder

Artwork: Calypso Noximera I wish that I could draw you in all of your Grandeur and Glory, but, alas, I was not blessed with such a gift. But another. Hear me now. Hear me speak. Witness my ascent. See me become. See me consume all that I am not, see me flow into the crevices […]

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A Writer’s Dream

Artwork: Antonia Avramova The feeling that I have something yet to give to the world is real, almost tangible. It drives me to write. When my physical growth comes to a grinding, screeching halt, I see the gift that was bestowed upon me looming ever brighter – words are made stronger by the pain, and […]

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Feast come famine

Artwork: Antonia Avramova No one ever loved like I do. And no one ever will. I called you into my life in a time when my heartstrings were stretched way too thin, and a black worm ate my eye from within, clouding my vision. I did not see your coming then. I called, and indeed […]

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The Inheritance

Artwork: Antonia Avramova I saw your highest form and it was one of perfection and completeness. Unplagued by angst and all other demons nesting in your mind. In truth, it is a terrible legacy that we inherited and fear has always been the price of a mind ripe with vivid imagination and power. I see […]