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669 · May 2017
ephemerality
560 · Oct 2017
The Cusp
a Oct 2017
I find no comfort
in this lull.
We are on the cusp of
Chaos.
456 · Nov 2017
gold-trust
a Nov 2017
here is my love
concealed within a box
open it,
and the love will die.
you must trust in me that it is here.
I'll give you my love,
but I need your gold trust.
this is my view on love inspired by Schrödinger's cat
419 · Nov 2017
shadows
a Nov 2017
The darker days edge closer,
earlier each evening the shadows chase
all home to the hearth.
Yet here I am.
Cold and wandering,
home against my back.
Uncertain in both direction and thought
Chilled to the bone I trudge.

Only one can warm my chills.

I am not afraid of the shadows.
I am certain in one.
In the stillness they roar.

On my return I bypass the bypass,
biding my time,
Not quite ready to return to
Reality?
316 · May 2017
Untitled
a May 2017
A glance.
Another.
You're gone.
Forever.
264 · Mar 2018
Midnight Cries
a Mar 2018
I have wasted too much
of this darkness.
I have dampened it
until dawn.
Maybe,
when I lay my eyes on tomorrow,
I'll arise like the sun.
228 · Nov 2017
even love
a Nov 2017
even love is not enough
when I shut my self in
paralysed with guilt
I don't want to hurt you
by telling you how much you're hurting me.
224 · Nov 2017
one drop
a Nov 2017
one drop
and you will see straight through me
read beneath the lines
a May 2018
crack my spine
read between my lines
i am all colour

your unseeing eyes
my delicate spine;
immaculate.
205 · Nov 2017
he said
a Nov 2017
he said
"I think that I'm getting my life back on track"


and so
I must say

Goodbye.
135 · Nov 2017
silent
a Nov 2017
it's plain to see
for I have suffered such silence
I can hear your screams
I cannot help you
turning to ignorance in order to cope
I turn my back on you
it's plain to see
There is so much I could do

— The End —