In a forgotten tongue,
Beseech in evermore valiant:
Enriched in a cradle of marigold,
and the mist of imperfections.
Glitter thy night of wisdom,
And shower of repentance glorified.
Hush, startling hiss-pot,
Hurry, yet do not arise:
I shall not be waiting.
Serpent tongue, holds hostage,
And withering, in crescent omniscient,
Bury more than twilight dies.
Speak, gentle summer wind:
It’s touches of despair,
Sink with constellation knees,
And vow to love
As if the moon loved the sun.
Pretty fallen star, the star that holds heaven
Can rest in the dew sunken morning,
With a lopsided smile:
And let be, be.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
it physically hurts
feeling the love of your life
rattling in your bones
yet you don’t even know their name.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
perhaps i’ll just long for you, forever,
and perhaps, i’ll die with decaying flowers,
knowing to love me, and to leave me,
must‘ve been only a moment for you.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
you’re lying again.
your lips: sin, spill, spit
you’re a child lost
you’re miserable here
you’re untouchable in her grasp.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC