Chewing On Glass…

A lighthouse in the distance desert
My coffin is buried in a sea somewhere
Watching life from the edge of a cliff
It only goes down hill from here
Can’t seem to find my current place in this
Am I the sea or the edge of the cliff?
Out of body experience metaphors
Aren’t what anyone should expect of me
Known more for my stories of my own death
It isn’t a talent, it is all I have left…
An outhouse resting in the distant ocean
My heart belongs buried with you
Watching life from inside this cage
It only passes me by from here
Can’t seem to find my place in this
Am I you or myself locked away?

Write it in the way you wrote it in your head
With the things you think you might have said

You seem so uncomfortable to the idea
That it’s dark in hell again
You seem so uncomforted by the idea
That maybe I just don’t know
How it feels to know the difference
I am who I am and I’m not so sure
There’s any other way for me to be
Change is a want and not a need
You seem uncomfortable to the idea
That this isn’t the way things are
You seem so unconfronted to the idea
That there’s no way for this to continue
Well… you’d be wrong even if you don’t know
The difference between here and where we are
Floating along amongst the stars
It’s so dark in hell today… sitting alone

It’s a feeling not a death sentence… I’ll keep that in mind…

It’s dark in hell today
The wind took the lights away
Sitting on a throne made of bones
Made from people I used to know
An obsession with body parts
Collecting dust on a shelf
I’ve built in my heart
It’s dark all over again
The rain washed away the illusion
That any of this could be permanent
A house of cards built upon memories
Everything wasn’t always this way
Things used to be so much worse
If you can even believe it for a second
Just how everything goes in time
It’s dark in hell today
The winds took the light away
Sleeping on a bed made of souls
Taken from people I used to know
An obsession with things not there
Collecting dust in a tomb
I’ve walled off inside my head

Change is a want and not a need… and I want to change things for no real reason at all… Everything is becoming very stale inside the garage lately… Ready for winter to come… to turn off the fans… and fire up the heaters… The natural change of nature can’t come soon enough…

Sweating to each word is getting old… Hot air blowing against my bare legs… gets real old will quick… It is hard enough to sit still… even harder to think about anything else that might be on my mind… a distraction to say the least… Been spending my time away from desk and inside moving on with myself…

Working on Gundam… playing video games… watching Top Gear… my brain is melting… Been thinking about travelling more and more… going somewhere different… walking until I can’t walk any more… anything and instead I just do the same old things… It’s not like I don’t know that it will be the same over there as it is right here… I just don’t want to be with myself anymore…

Hope all is well…

Broken Thoughts Vol. 3: Chasing Ghosts… continues Ambrose’s dissection of self through short stories, poetry, and broken thoughts. Full of rage, passion, love, and understanding. Ambrose goes deeper than ever before chasing more than ghosts into the darkness.

Stories Exclusive to this Volume…

Awaken: Something has awoken through the haunting madness of nightmares. Something dark and sinister. A lifetime of struggle with demented images leads to one fateful night as the Church of the Abandoned come to reap what they have long sowed so many years ago. Expanding further into the cult that is the abandoned. When God calls upon you… How will you answer?

Dead Body Moving: Everything is going well. Better than well really. Only not everything on the surface is as it appears. On his way to run an errand for his job Ambrose will discover more than he bargained for in this twisted tale. The cost for a little peace of mind isn’t for everyone.

2 Days In the Sun: Stuck in the desert with nowhere to go Owen’s options aren’t looking good. Stay put and die in the unforgiving heat or walk the twenty miles to the nearest town under the same conditions. In this heat and a warm bottle of water Owen should be there in no time. Follow Owen as he mingles with the eclectic locals in his search for help.

The Pale Girl: Early preview chapter to the forthcoming novel Blood Letter. In the early days of America something wicked this way comes. A beautiful and mysterious woman has arrived at the plantation and has sparked emotions never felt before in one of the inhabitants. Proving that even in the darkest of places love can blossom. Will this new found love be the end of her or the beginning of something more?