Hello, HP,
My old friend.
I found myself writing here again,
I found myself smiling here again.
A trip down to memory lane,
where I have grown up drained.
It has been a while,
My dear chamomile —
A place that gave me comfort,
A place that gave me stomach flutters,
Blood on my veins alive throughout my body.
Hello, HP,
My old friend.
I have missed you all.
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 7:55 AM UTC
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.
It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.
It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.
Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.
It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Two heads of confluence,
Makes a tranquil gleam of streams
*-When love is true in many ways, it is true
when voices meet without vocal perception, because at glance you speak-*
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
A brown drool of dew
Crackling woven's clue
sitting on a desk pike
adjacent copies alike
But still he sits and gapes
on the old momento he keepsakes
with sober hands that rests
and of mellow smith's vest
on a creaky chair
with a pendulum clock
and a photograph he holds dear
as four seasons pass by the dreary wedlock
Through a thin-tormented picture
shallow eyes become ruddy
like an ill-fated venture
The lost of his Mrs. and laddie
that dim sullen memento of his
in that old wan home
is what brings him bliss
but locked inside a semi-finite dome
-he is-
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
I push you away,
But I want you to chase me,
I close my heart,
But I want you to keep asking,
I say no words,
But I want you to understand,
I know,
I'm a *****
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
Just because you can't see your killer,
Doesn't mean they're not stabbing you,
Through the heart and head.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.
Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.
You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.
One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.
So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.
I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Monsters, monsters
under my bed,
Please just stop
and get out instead.
Monsters, monsters
under my bed,
Please stop shaking
my knees and my head.
Monsters, Monsters
Whom I thought
was under my bed
I realized
you're just
inside my head.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC