Yellow grasses turn silver in the light of the moon, Sleepily they hum and shiver, whispering their quiet hymns. Cornflowers yawn as the fireflies flicker,…
Leave a CommentYellow grasses turn silver in the light of the moon, Sleepily they hum and shiver, whispering their quiet hymns. Cornflowers yawn as the fireflies flicker,…
Leave a CommentAmidst a boundless ocean, I, To the edge of it must sail, Keeping company with a tawny finch, Against slates of zealous gale. The woman…
3 CommentsI’ve been rereading a series called “Clockwork” by Cassandra Clare. She begins every chapter with a poem snippet. One of the most moving was quoted…
Leave a CommentHe floats, adrift over wine-dark depths, Veins of denial and luciferin, Dressed in silk ribbons, deceptive in their innocence, The discarded robe of a fallen…
Leave a CommentWakeful and aware of my feet against the floor, Alive in a vast labyrinth of precious tomes, their pages soft beneath my fingertips, Their covers…
Leave a CommentIm a happy, sappy mushroom and i wrote this because i love you forget it if its untrue go with it if it touched you…
3 CommentsThere’s a way about the world that makes the winter water freeze, A sort of rhythm in the chaos, a bit of cadence to the…
6 CommentsI was the villain, like a mafia don, Megatron, mixed with a megalodon Dr. Samuel Hayden, the old planet is gone Been writing for years,…
6 Commentsshe had a lotta ****s tryna who done stole her heart she perfect they only use her to tear her apart *tear her apart yeh…
Leave a Commenteven during the darkest night the Stars tirelessly share their light One must crawl, walk then run, perhaps take flight One may respond with love…
1 Commentyeh that girl know about all of my pain no wrestling move but I swear yo body bangs not tryna be Goku but I’m just…
Leave a CommentFor the first time I see myself with no mirror Banishing Desmond the demon has my thoughts clearer Opened the door and let him in…
1 CommentHere I sit at a desk that was once my mother’s, Now papered with little yellow sticky notes. Perhaps at one time it was neat…
1 CommentA tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection, House of rascals, whisky and imperfection A hideaway for rebels and racketeers, Where drinks are served to outlaws…
4 CommentsAINT TRYNA TUG OF WAR OR GO BACK AND FORTH WITH YOU BUT YOU WAS POPING LIKE A GUN SO I AIMED FOR YOU OUT…
Leave a Commentlike I’m missing my shoe I done lost my (soul) they say I’m broken (broke in) I don’t steal from homes I swear that…
Leave a CommentCome now weary travellers, From wherever you may roam, We’ll get there when we get there, And when we get there we’ll be home. Just…
Leave a CommentThere is a house with only one window, And seventeen locks on the door. There is a porch with an ivory doorbell, That doesn’t get…
8 CommentsA girl born from shadows of things that were not, Raised in a meadow where peppermint grows, With dewdrops like diamonds, where it rains peridot,…
7 CommentsThe rich staccato of her footfalls resonates against the damp walls and rounded ceilings of the empty sewer system, a steady clip cliping, filling the…
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