"booklight" poems
Burning occult logic.
A secret sacred savored fire.
Burn so bright it'll eat you alive.
Bright like a 2 am booklight tired
eyes so hungry for knowledge they yawn like little mouths
like your mouth...yawning, man do you know what time it is?
Time to learn, and read and be and burn.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
Illuminating light
from a booklight in my bed
I do not read; I write
of the feelings from my chest
I’m flying like a kite
and you’re ******* with my head
We always say goodnight
when we lay ourselves to rest
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC
I wouldn't have seen your poems
If I hadn't used this website
As a booklight!
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC