#decodeit
Arcane, bloodmage,
Symbols…
A sigil in scarlet ink.
Draft the note from the runes
And drink the wine from the chalice,
Elixir of youth,
Where bones remember
What the heart forgets.
Drink.
Drink.
Let the ritual consume you.
Oh, isn’t it enchanting
To be hollow?
A divine, celestial glow,
Where stars bleed
And nothing is spared.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
short and sweet,
same way i like my ladies,
is how i like my poetry,
it's a treat,
delightful and filling,
far from over whelming,
as we are already 5 rounds in,
preposterous to think of us together,
i am just not into long term,
nor into a long strung out read,
i need room to breath,
to remain feeling free,
not locked down,
becoming a light that slowly dims,
gotta fly free,
shine brightly,
always,
tomorrow is not for certain,
gotta go all in,
for one night,
could be the night i am waiting for,
tho another day is another day,
stuck at the Drop In Center,
been at my Cross Roads,
for quite some time now,
still not sure which way to go tho,
its quite the weight on my chest,
more overwhelming then any mistress,
that i distrust getting caught being mischievous,
her chalice has yet to be balanced,
her charm wont keep her safe from Karma s wrath,
my trash bin is over flowing with lengthy writings,
phone numbers of old conquests,
my soul is consistently flowing Like Water,
short and sweet,
like the girls i had over last night,
they always got the biggest impact,
but you gotta choose your words wisely,
to take Control of the flow,
the audience reads it in.
© Try
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC