stranded, here in this
infinite room

darkness falls through
the ages

pages turn old and
rust, the winds cease
to whisper

heavy air sits in the
corner with me

in deafening silence
of another autumn

how many days have
passed me by?

i must be so old now

i remember i was
young once

that i lived under a
blue sky,

and i must be so old now.



@writeweird

haunt me my heart
of october

forged remains of the
days spent in disguise

breathing, always breathing
settled in ruins

caught in the arms of
the morning thought

swirling in strokes of
the painted nights

how far has sun
come to rule?

for mine is the
house of summer

where she haunts
me still

old photographs melt
into the moonlight

to never stay in
dusk

for mine is the colour
of her design

drawn on the edge
of my despair

castle of decay melting
into the melancholy

a glance in memory
but unfamiliar

silent tears prying
into the wilderness

how far has sun
come to rule

how long has it been?

settled in ruins

caught in the arms of
a morning thought

swirling in strokes of
the painted nights

how far has sun
come to rule?

for mine is the
house of summer

where she haunts
me still

old photographs melt
into the moonlight

to never stay in
dusk

the house of april


september skies
summer stars

faults within me

expanding into the
night

flaws within me

birthing autumns
morrow

sowing the seeds
of wilderness

in the eye of
nothingness

stark as reality  

stands still a
home

false within me










@writeweird

.

what paints the house
in swirl of the night

what lurks in the shadows
the unknown?

a fleeting glimpse
of reality

or just a distant glare
in nothingness

held together by the
summers greed

falling asleep in arms
of tomorrow

resting in old photographs
collecting dust

in wilderness that comes
with dying dusk

hunted by the ends
we seek  

barely ever breathing



@writeweird

how is everything so purple?









everything is purple

purple my heart

it's like autumn but
unfamiliar

heavy like air

i feel it breathing
in a corner

it's never ending
and so near

i can see it's
made of purple

purple the letters
in my name

purple are my arms

purple my veins

i'm falling asleep
my dream is purple

i see you and
you're purple

look around everything
is purple

it's what we are,

in decay.









@writeweird