an inkling fills me to my capacityyet my capacity is one of a millionand my occurrence one of infinityin a boundless universe wonderland breathes in the light of a lifeless lampdrained by a broken realitythe infidelity of shadowbirthing the blade of endless dreams a sweet silver line: condemned, contemplatingcommiserating the blessedbleeding faith from frail timeyou…
All it takes is one curious scholar summoning one minor moon god and our eyes are opened. What we call sanity is our inability to comprehend the waking worlds. Were we to understand the interwoven fabrics, we would see that—among barren lands of molten tongues undulating in tuneless songs, and black depths full of limbless…
forget all you knowthe red dawn has comethe eclipse forgave the crescent moon swimming, i am swimmingseas of black a leviathan of gargantuan demisecoughs and wracks his frame he loves the rain, this beast, but loathes his aching jointsa snarl as i swim past him rain storm hatred of sun love of…
the train on the tracksthat twist, turn blackflailing metal weeping rustthe old ones left it broke, in the dust infernal storm, do your worstno fear to feed onno dream to bend or break forgotten trays on canister benchesgrazers for the bloodied fuelscrapping, scrounging, defecated bloom the red blight sweeps downrending all that is timeto falsehood,…
Vellichor is a 2021 indie pop EP by songwriter, producer, and composer Patrick Boey. It has 5 songs, each of which draws literary inspiration from well known books or authors. Enchanted by the dewdrops on the pageShall I compare theeTo all lovely days? — Vellichor, an EP by Patrick Boey Vellichor — Lyrics What is…
Tales of the Mosaic is a 2022 indie pop-rock EP from writer, producer, and composer Patrick Boey. It tells its unique, magical story over the duration of 4 distinct pieces or fragments, bookended by an intro and an outro. A mosaic of infinite colours and tilesYou try to assemble some beauty worthwhile — An EP…
The sleeping city threatens to swallow the young woman as she trundles through its looming gates and into the fields. The sun has long ago retreated from the horrors of the day. Now, silver rain paints the shimmering pavement, reflecting the golden light of the rings and moons, high above the wispy clouds. Lily Reverie…
For her, heaven is a four-legged vessel of relinquished valiance. It is her empyrean tangency of succouring upholstery. A blissful domain. A three-dimensional ode to joy. A nesting home for the weary, weatherworn, and barely fully-fledged person, not quite assimilated to the woes of everyday adult life. Sinking into the comforting crimson caress, she can…
So, you’ve decided to sit down and write your novel — great! But first up, you’ve probably guessed that writing a full-length book is so much more than grinding away at a computer for hours on end (though this may well be what most of your time is taken up by). Before you do that,…