I've had this dream so many times
of swans in a ****** lake begging me to drink
well I came to this lake to drink, so drink I will
this lake that takes your pain
and gives you beauty in return
this lake that takes your pain
and drinks from you in return
in these red waves reflected back a specter
a wicked image of yourself, rotting, drenched in color
the burning stench of the swans shrouded by their beauty
these swans are looking directly at you
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC
I only took the moon to care for the night
I fed her water and dusted her pillars, and when the dawn came to unleash its sight, the sun himself couldn’t bear her light
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 8:16 AM UTC
I want to say that all my life ive been a bride married to grief
It is the field from which I sow with foreboding and reap with transience
It grips me in my silence, and grazes me in my anger
To have and to hold
for better, for worse
From this day forward;
Til death do us part.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
red tape tapers the walls
white walls cover the halls
tabula rasa my mind descends
into depths deeper, I pretend
i'm far from home, far from here
far from anyone and everyone dear
a lady in the corner speaking in riddles
singing upon the silver strings of a golden fiddle
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
following me are the devil's thieves
they ask if i'm alright
but i can hardly see
through the purples
and the blights
and the blinding bright lights
and in my grief i can't help but scream
nearing the edge of a bottomless stream
though the waves are violent
this trench remains silent
i claw at the cliff i'm tumbling down
to no avail
i simply drown
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
i'm caught in an abyss
clawing my way out
clinging to hope
but hope's gone drought
sliding down deep
into bottomless despair
how surprised am i
to find you waiting there
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
One flight
Without dew
Warmed by the Sun,
It plugged the mouth
Stirred it smooth
Bubbling slowly,
It sputtered
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
I’ll still return to haunt the dreams
Of those I’ve loved and who’ve loved me
secretly wanting to rip at the seams
they’ll fall to grief and I guarantee
they’ll cry
and cry
and wonder why
it had to be like this
Wasn’t I only joking?
Couldn’t I just resist?
I hope that at least, they’ll reminisce
hazy days spent in the sun
laughter and bliss
the scent of ***
bad music
and even worse poetry
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC