it is a thirst, a lust, a desire
or sometimes a sort of tremor
akin to fear and even anger
on my tongue this acrid liquor
makes everything else taste so bitter
and lack a lining made of silver
yet there is nothing I prefer
when it finally does occur
the euphoria of it's recur
It becomes crucial to remember
when you grow weary of the voltigeur
just lend your ear to the whisperer
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
This little cloud:
always so dark and fluffy
hovering you at arm's length
following you despite the wind
providing you with shade
and protecting you from dryness
This little cloud:
can sometimes turn to fog
making sure the air is gloomy
allowing for blurred vision
and granting your every breath
the soft melody of gasping
This little cloud:
could be the best of companions
if only it would let you gaze
just sometimes at the moon
that illuminates your nights
and makes the stars look dim
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Ferocious Medusa, your eyes so sweet
Only you may give this heart it's beat
Windows to see or to be seen ?
Without curtains to hide behind or to conceal
They catch the rain yet never stain
I couldn't think, I had to stare
Beyond restraint, I slipt and fell
Was it an ephemeral lapse or an impetuous dive ?
If getting lost is the journey I yearn for
Through their mirror surfaced reservoir
Swallowed whole by clairvoyance
Have you not seen what I have shown ?
To have them gazing back but once
I would gladly turn into stone
And sink forever into their endless briny depths
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
Ageless blasphemy from elder stars
Creeping across the sky, holding in the dark
In awe of his power, my dreams he chars
Invaded by crawling chaos, anguish's spak
Shapeless, formless, flawless, everytime I close my eyes
Voiceless, speechless, breathless, he whisperes his lies
Madness, sadness, (?), in infinite supplies
Sensless, faceless, darkness, he has taken every guise
You must beleive me, the black wind is ever nearing
I hear him, I hear him, why are my ears ringing ?
In the woods of N'gai, he is awaking
I hear him, I hear him, why do these walls all have padding ?
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
It is dark and vehement
Thinks in natural immoralities
Devours ideas and ideals
With an insatiable desire
It was the runt of the litter
Yet grew the quickest
By consuming his sibling
To near extinction
Now I feel it's appetite
I yearn for it's cravings
I beg for it's voracity
And it feeds, a little, upon me
You might of met it occasionally
In my eyes or through my touch
I have a favor to ask (?)
Will you feed it when I'm gone
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC
Ethereal, glacial, mysterious: she
invites us to her masquerade ball
where the music enthrals your senses
Shameful, ignominious, lamented: she
romanticise her own name
with threats of the sweetest of pain
Untimely, instanteneaous, temporal: she
will have you awaiting her arrival
when her embrace clings to the soulful
Cruel, violent, agonizing: she
condems without warning
steals your treasures without afterthought
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC