The hatching tempest
drinks convulsively of
her voice
drowns in thunderous
wit the flimsy temptings
of his heart
Not even feathered hope
will oversummer her assail
nor provide respite from her sands
Ô, Enkindled Time...
Please! Please! Don’t forswear his shriveled ash!
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Against your snowy nape
he catches the reflection
of a withered mien
Blindfolded by the starch yet
thinking he’s enveloped by the starts
he’ll abandon his abode of solitude and freeze
and die
As every night,
when even sound’s asleep
The most terrible storms
overturn/run and take
his heartfilled eye
Forever encumbered by the window’s lie
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
Living is about embracing death
as though it were unique
As though death was made for living
and living for ‘em dead
So if you must disappear in some night’s distrust
remember we are made of Time, and Time is made by us
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
Beware!
Beware of the consequences
of what’s been deemed
Procasturbation...
Precarious pleasure
Addictive piquancy
[Oversaturation]
As Time will come
before you do
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
If I told you
You were born this morning
and you will die tonight
How much of your day has gone by?
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
Mathematically speaking,
Between this moment and the next,
there lies an infinity
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
My hopes prevail unfulfilled,
by those who avow
an intent to have Time killed
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
In some odd way we are now living out the last years
months
days
hours
minutes of our life.
How loudly the clock ticks.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
The question :
¿Why me?
merely shows the remnants
of an uncouth faith
a tender hope
for respite
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
Remember the price you’ll pay
While reading this verse
What each word, from you, has flayed
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC