It’s the Strangest Life I’ve Ever Lived

I want to taste warm ache tonight
it’s the only cup that ever quenched me

Drunk on the boredom that falls between
the empty space where right meets wrong

And sear my sight with melted candles
these waxen wings will do their best

Heights feel homely like hallelujahs
eyes burn brighter than supernovas

The edge is only a whispered promise
from tongues that wail the truth in waves

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.