MatthewKoon

“And it is from man’s discovery of himself he hides, seeking out wonders to distract from his own gaze.” A large thud echoes out as a heavy book slams into the desk. Students jump in their seats as the professor gives a stark grin. It was always impossible to tell if he was amused or angry; the professor had too many lines on his face to display any clear emotion. “Ahem,” Dr. Gilinsky cleared his throat as he glanced around the expansive room. “I trust you have all paid attention to today’s lecture, as tomorrow’s test will cover our newest poet extensively. Class dismissed.”   Groans fill

Travis was the last student out of the class. As he waited for the other students to filter from the dim room, he twisted a small band around his wrist. It was a half-circle of dull metal, hidden beneath his coat sleeve. The school, like much of the United States, didn’t have a policy yet on wearing the bands. His teacher, on the other hand, threatened to drop any student caught wearing one outside of the lab. Still, Travis couldn’t help himself. He had worn the band consistently for the last two years, ever since he had saved up enough money to afford it. He had to choose between buying the Meta Transmitter, or a car. Which is w

She stood like a statue, her eyes on the doorway as if nothing else existed in the world. “I can’t go in,” she mumbled. “You have to.” “I feel sick?” The girl looked up at Travis. His dark hair swayed slightly with the wind, his eyes looking back down on her. “You’re going to feel sick when you have to tell your parents you are failing out of medical school.” Ana sighed, turning her gaze back towards the doorway. “You know, when my dad first started college, he didn’t start taking these classes until his fourth year. Fourth!” Travis frowned, “your dad’

Inside the Meta Research Lab, the white chamber was silent. On the outside, students waited impatiently, wondering what was taking so long. On the inside, Travis was frozen. His professor studied the young man with laser-like focus.   “Do you know what you just did?” Mr. Maleku asked. Travis slowly nodded. “I did the first thing I thought of.” The Mage frowned. “Harem Altaha? ‘Kinetic Potential’ was the first thing that came to mind?” Travis nodded as he studied the space in between them. He was currently maintaining a spherical bubble of shimmering energy. Inside was what could only be desc

You asked to see how Jack’s first Apprentice died, Master. Now you shall know the horrors awaiting you. Siris enveloped Cecil’s mind, and the memories began to play. The memory began on a moonless night, many years ago, in the same small town of Crossroads. The First Apprentice leaned against a tree, struggling to breathe. Ruben could hear them coming, the monsters rampaging through the woods in their quest to find him. Damn, they are faster than the others, the man thought, not daring to speak. His flowing blood was already enough of a betrayal; he couldn't afford to slip a single sound. The black blade in his hands was covere

There was a girl in the Town of Crossroads, None knew of her, for she was unknown. The girl liked it that way, never to be seen, She spent her days playing in the forest of emerald green. Although she was unknown, she was never alone, The leaves and the streams and the trees were her home. But Lumberjacks came to do their job, Every fallen friend did make her sob. She hid in the bushes to scare them away, But the man didn’t see her as he swung his blade. First the steel bit bark, then it bit bone, Gone with a scream was the girl unknown. But the legends say she watches those who trespass, Promising to make the first swing the last.

Have you ever woken up to the sounds of a drum-roll, Right outside your window? Ice frozen to the glass, Try to wipe away the past, Like condensation. Have you ever stayed in your warm bed, Imagining the road ahead? Like picking up a candle, And reading the label, To understand the fragrant. Have you ever pressed your head against the pane, As it was splattered by the rain? Cold shivers roll up your spine, But deep down you don’t mind, You've lost all sensation. Have you ever opened up your eyes, To find your world was lies? To see that the prize you sought, Already had been caught, By your own hesitation. Have you ever risen from

I often feel lost, Falling through the air, trapped in thought. Never knowing where I’m going, Or of the consequences I’ve brought. It is a lonely existence, so high above, With crowds of ‘doers’ that can’t be touched. They are so far below me, White specks upon the vales. Like daffodils, Truly unreal. But you are here, suddenly floating with me, Like a cloud of white cotton candy. Stringy and loose, with thoughts shining like stars, I guess it isn’t so lonely to be who you are. Others come too, sometimes, They bring their love, and they bring their rhymes. They make us feel not quite so alone, But th

This is how the World Dies: With Fire falling from the Skies. Smoke rises, fills your Lungs, As you ask yourself ‘what have we done?’ Cities fall and trees burn, There is nothing left to learn. Bodies rise like broken glass, Forget your life, forget your past. Now the Earth has begun to End, Say goodbye to all your plans. Future has been burned to Ash, All your Fears shall come to pass. Shadow rises from the Smoke, Humanity has lost all hope. Locks have been broken clean, All your Horrors have been set Free. Lay your heads and wish to die, No more chances to say goodbye. Lay your hearts, no more strife, No more chances to sa

Abandoned by the ones who promised, Led to believe yet another lie. How can I do what it is I dream? When I’m never allowed to try. Try to stand on my own feet, But the ground beneath just shakes. How can I work with what I see? When everything I make just breaks. Tired of this struggle, My life is undefended. How can I rise tomorrow? When my will has ended.

I made a deal with the Devil, I sold my soul. I wanted to move on, but I couldn’t let go. I didn’t want my life, didn’t want it to end. So I made a plan to be remembered when… Eventually we all get lost, and everyone dies, I never wished to be one who wondered why. So I gave what I had, in hopes of what I would get. I lost the pleasures of love, and the chance to regret. I made a deal with the Devil; this world was way too cold. So I jumped in the flames fueled from a thousand souls. I gave what I had, as you can see, To rise above the ranks of mortality. When Heaven falls, and earth freezes over, I’ll be t

What does Life mean to a being that cannot Die? What does Knowledge mean to a man who never asks Why? What does Culture mean to a being gone Feral? What does Time mean to a being Eternal? What does Depth mean to a bottomless Pit? What does Perfect mean to a piece that cannot Fit? What does Vision mean to a man who has no Sight? What does Shadow mean to a man who has never seen the Light?

If I had known the nature of the Box, the secrets that crept within, the horrors waiting to be unleashed... Would I still have opened it? Would I desire to see what lay beneath even if I already knew? What if I could see the Stains upon my Soul, laid in black and white all the mistakes I have made and the treacherous things I have yet to do. Would I still want to claim it? Would I still want to call that 'me'? Would I still be proud to look in the mirror, fully aware of what lay beneath? If I knew the Dark behind your eyes the moment we met, if your secrets were laid as bare as my Stained Soul, would I still desire to have said that first w

There once was a boy who ran from Death, He hid in a hole and held his breath. Death just laughed as he shoveled in dirt, Gave an earthen blanket so the kid wouldn’t get hurt. There once was a man who had a plan, Immortality was close at hand. But Death found out and acted first, Scared the man so bad his heart did burst. There once was a girl of about fourteen, She had no hopes and she had no dreams. Life was painful so she wanted it to end, Death was glad to lend a helping hand. I know these stories, and I know them well. Where I took their souls I cannot tell. But life is shorter than what it seems, Someday soon you’ll see D

I have never been one to mind the rain, I have never been one to mind the pain. I have never been one to run from sorrow, I have never been one to run from tomorrow. I have never been one to hold a grudge, I have never been one to hold a love. I have never been one to say I'd never, I have never been one to say I'm better. I have never been one to hate another, I have never been one to love a hater, I have never been one to hate a monster, I have never been one to love a maker. I have never been one to quit believing, I have never been one to quit trying. I have never been one to quit fighting, I have never been one to quit smiling.