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FrikinTrash Mar 2020
The burning throne stands, solitary,
Alone. In the shroud of the stone
Angel’s dark wings.
The blood reflects,
The hellish image of a kingdom.
The red-washed grim mirror is perfect.
This was written a while back when i was trying to come up with novel ideas. I created this poem as a source of inspiration, but now it is all that remains of the idea. I hope it will inspire someone.
FrikinTrash Jul 2019
My wish is strange
I wish I could have time
Isolation is peaceful
But the loneliness
And the commitment.
I want to be loved
In a way that feels like peace
Comfortably existing
No burden or pressure.
Just enjoyment of presence.
FrikinTrash Apr 2019
“An effect, mamillian.”
A young rat removed for hours,
Allowed bleaching.
What happens?
Darkness?
Written 16/04/19
FrikinTrash Mar 2019
You say that comparing you
To the stars would be an insult.
To them.

Frankly, I don’t care for their:
Cold,
Distant,
Light.

You are my light, that comforts
Me in the darkness.
Your arms are a:
Warm,
Gentle,
Home, for my heart.

Calming the tempest in my mind.
Written 11/03/19, for them
FrikinTrash Mar 2019
My mind flees into the darkness.
Where will I find it this time?
Will it wander to you?
A hazy silhouette in the ebony abyss
Of my thoughts, hopes, dreams,
And fears.
You seem so distant, yet vivid,
So present, yet lost.
There are slight differences about you now.
You have the temporary aura
Of yellow happiness which captures you.
But then, at times, I see the hollow
Places in you face and wonder.
Does your mind flee into the darkness too?
Written 09/02/18

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