april, lilac-breathed
settles like balm
onto freshly broken skin
wounds left by happiness
as she swallowed like a forgotten flower
into the tongue of the night.
moonsets at bedsides
voluptuous bodies
of uninvited clouds
locking skies within their lips.
fields of forgotten flowers.
my, the suffering we endure for the truths we tell and the lies we don't.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
The cold sun spits into the face of Day
His icy hands ***** my ****** soul
Come night, with thine desires, black and clean
Come night, with thine dreams, ruthless and sweet
The cold sun spits into the face of Me
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
Watch me under golden skies
Smouldering to ashes
Some cheerful fire it shall be
Smiling as it burns
The words will burn
(for that is what I am made of)
It is all I am made of
Your eyes will glimmer
In the blaze
(they may even burn)
So hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
But please don't set me to fire
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Day hums his favourite tune
An octave of perfect rhyme
Oh but closely do listen
A cacophony of azures
Or even a shade of white
Or black
Like a fringe of lace on a firm shore, although cold
Like a blaring orb, glaring
Yet ignored
And yet burning into souls
Oh but around do look
Whites and blacks have greys too.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
I wrote a poem once
A harbinger of my arrival
Soil drowned in ink
I watched it gasp for brearh
Soil drowned in blood
A harbinger of my departure
I wrote a poem once.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
Oh the devil hath found
Interpreting perverse anomalies
Oh the devil hath found
May you sphacelate you worthless antiquity
Oh the devil hath found
You reek of cigarettes and unfrequented deliriums
Oh the devil hath found
What pandemonium!
Oh the devil hath found
An oasis in a wasteland
Oh the devil hath found
A humanoid dichotomy
Oh the devil hath found
A sought after moral wreck
Oh the devil hath found
Love.
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....Que le diable et son amant se chargent........
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
The stars are quiet
But sometimes we like to talk
Now and then I shine
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Rain laughs mirthlessly
As sun burns his gory smile
A Dreamer will die
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
The sky glares at my form
beneath
the
stars
i let the wind ****** my hair
as he gossips away of his ex lovers, the shrubs
(although i know he loves them more)
if blackness was a song, i wish i could play it
but violins have feelings too
I am the veil of the moon
I am Light
Her darkness I hide in scratches of pen
I slither soundlessly among hives and chirps(aviaries, if you know what I mean)
But the words, oh the words
they will not let me go, they are Loud
Like the roars of a tumultuous ocean
Like the fury of a thunder struck sky
Like the silence of Love and the silence of Death
They are loud
I am the Ballad of the Bat Orchid
I am the Ballad of all things dark
And here I am to stay
Here I am to stray
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
As day and night would've wearily thought
Through vanilla hours of sour bright
A glimpse, each time, they catch
Of certain kinds of artistry
Only a minute, they get, to behold
Certain kinds of artistry
The gossipy wind whispers tales
Of Day and Night, the mourning pair
As she lulls the mighty world
And he gently rouses it
And Fate to swab away the flush of their cheeks
But Day and Night, they only live
For that glimpse, at break of dawn
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC