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prince Oct 23
i am scared of home
i am scared of coming to
a home without you
i feel like writing haikus
  Oct 23 prince
lost is blue
like the ocean
and your eyes
deep is love
yet solitary
prince Oct 23
how did i manage to let you
let someone see right through me
prince Oct 21
Aphrodite, oh sweet Aphrodite.
Cast your gaze on me, cast a spell on me.
Give your warm embrace, kiss me under the soft moonlight.
Oh sweet Aphrodite, Oh sweet Aphrodite.

Oh, I wish I could see you everyday.
Even if the clouds choke out the sunlight.
Even when the rain anchors me to the earth.
Just stay with me, even just only for tonight.

I'm so infatuated, I would do anything for you.
Just to see if you're okay.
Even for a second, for a glimpse of your face.
I just wish I could see you everyday.

Things are stressful, sometimes I feel like I could drown.
And sink into the sand, to disappear.
But when I gaze into your teals, the strain collapses.
Sinks away like the ground beneath my feet.
Sweet Aphrodite, I just wish you were here.
Forever more, just to love you my dear.
prince Oct 21
Do i dare speak of him?
The fie which corrupted the soil of our Inverness?
T'was a dream conjured deep in my heart, darkened.
One might say, it was thy hand that grasped the dagger
Yet thy refuse to perceive it so.

Refrain me from the sweetness of Hope's spiteful tongue
Let not it take my naked frailities, my valour.
T'was not my vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself and falls on th'other.
Though his eyes spoke of his intent, he could not bear the ****** dagger himself.
I pity his fragility, his virtues clear yet no more a man than i.
Too full is he of the milk of human kindness. I hath unsex myself, to therefore bear the fruit of Cawdor.
Unsex me i say? Strip me of this pity. Hie thee, sightless substances enter my home and make me fell, the golden round is merely a breath away.

The Sun shall not see me as it wakes, soon I will no longer be heat-oppressed.
Macbeth does ****** sleep, and so shall i.

Hurry, sweet equivocator.
The guilt spilt stains my skin, as does thine.
I had liv'd a blessed time, yet now there's nothing serious in mortality.
The hell-fire spits at my feet, yet never reaches my heart.
Oh, torture it is, hell-gates open not.
Must i stand by, licked by the flames of Beelzebub yet never truly entering?
Oh woe is me.

My mouth is bitter, the taste of my near'st of life cold.
I see no need to wail, alas the time has come for the devil to cast me.
Please't be readily and alight.
God plead for this to be my final night.
prince Oct 21
he said, "your eyes are like jewels"
she said, "But they're only a dull shade of brown"
"I know, but they match your auburn hair"
she frowned "Your eyes are a beautiful blue"
"They are a diamond in my eyes, because they belong to you"
prince Oct 21
I take a bite out of a sweet pink peach.
The taste is sugary and crispy.
Its skin is soft and fuzzy, its hands keep my hands from getting cold
I smile and kiss the top of the peach.
The peach is still here , even when the green leaf had died and turned to dust
I want to keep the peach safe, i have never found one so rare and perfect
I found myself a treasure, one that would never be worth the highest bid.
I take another bite of the peach, its sweet and tells me how much it misses me
I smile again, the peach is delicious.
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