#reclaimed
In the new world of books,
Where the hungry mind's meal is cooked.
Laid ancient artifacts.
Golden treasure that the unborn yearn to behold.
This treasure caught my busy sight,
Which hungers for root of the rare gem.
My legs drove me here like a fast bike.
It covers 5 meters in a second,
Just to take a glimpse this diamond.
A mountain of books.
An ocean of map, a guide to today's writers.
Their quills had dried up long ago,
Yet their words still drip ink on our tongues.
Scrolls of Aristotle and Shakespeare won war.
The war against time that makes things lost.
Your words are not trend that are visitors.
But your ink is like the earth that never stop.
Your ink shine as though made now.
I use your ink in writing this scroll.
Ink men of today still drip your ink on their scroll.
Will our ink still shine if time tests the scroll?
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
Talcum powder
And water
And a few
Other things
Something pink
Smoothed onto
My innocent cheek
Like a mask
Fancy
The sneaking
Into your closet
The blouse
Falling off my shoulder
High-heeled stumble
I’ll understand this
When I’m older
The curiosity
Testing borders
Pushing limits
It’s always been
In me
This glimmering
Faggotry
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 7, 2022 at 2:01 AM UTC