"sheepless" poems
Inside my room,
The hot groans
screamed
A merry finishing.
…Lame whine.
Nicer emotions
Lift along
A meekness.
-Idle Wrath
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Another ghost
scared me
Fingers in my hair
meanwhile
more nicotines
falling to make sense.
-Wild Heart
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 3:08 PM UTC
I try to count the stars.
A vast selection of fossils.
C'est la vie, leviathans.
You burning orbs,
you want to comfort me?
I lay sheepless.
I'm a shepherd
who lost not one sheep,
not two sheep,
but the whole of them.
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 14, 2011 at 9:47 PM UTC
Some homes don't let go of things
And their floors become unclear
Behind their blinds
It's hard to find
But the reason's always fear
Closets full of little things
A sweet sentimental Salve
Various keys
To Memories
Rather re-lived than had
kitchens gathered up with things
As if clutched in jaws most grim
It's all about
Not running out
False anticipation
Bedrooms full of silent things
Like a promise never kept
The sheepless wool
That's ment to cull
The sight from dreams once dreamt
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC