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A Better Place - Jacen Patchwork“Weak, I’m so weak. Everything is going dark…” He cried out, his voice lost among the cacophony of the crowd that gathered to watch his final moments. He heard his mother crying; someone was reaching for him, and then… Nothing. The darkness had him; he was lost again. He floated for a time, in the

Unalive - Jacen PatchworkThe wind howled through the trees as Sarah made her way through the forest. In the darkness, she had no idea where she was or even where she was going. She was lost, disorientated, and terrified. She needed to return to her car or the main road. She needed to find the trail. She needed

Church of the Divine Self - The Law of the Self ExpandedThe Law of the Self Expanded3/31/23

Illusions - Jacen PatchworkOur lives are just storiesWe can't flip forwardCan't seeThe next chapter We can't read the last lineNo one knowsHow the storyIs going to go Obsessed with fictionFictional charactersSelf imposedMoralistic ideals Nothing is realAnd everything is realSo everything is reallyA lie Lives lived in fictionIs it a wonderWe're so obsessedWith stories Smoke and thunderTale told by

Story - Jacen PatchworkThere is a sense of somethingEphemeralSomething like a ghostI can't see it I can feel something WatchingWaitingJust out of reach Burning down my realityI like the smell of smokeI like broken toysAffinity for destruction Self destructiveSelf isolatingSelf loathingSelf aware Screaming out into the voidI know I'm not aloneI know I'm all aloneTelling my story to

With Love – In Memory of Anne Rice - Jacen PatchworkThe first book by Anne Rice I ever read was the Vampire Lestat, which I read while I was still in middle school. I remember being completely enthralled by the world in which I found myself, lost in the beauty and darkness of Lestat’s life. Lost in the French countryside, in love with the night, and enamored with the Brat Prince. From there, I consumed nearly everything I could find by the author.

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