"youthen" poems
A poor dead house
simpering in the gallows
of a just regret.
an uncoupling of a sun
from it's moon.
leaning in the southern north
of a belligerent east.
the paint is failing.
and the windows face oblivion...
but the staircase
leads to heresies
so beautiful, the march hare screams -
and all whimsy folds.
the old things youthen
in the marsh of our misgivings
and the rooms are bare
save one hope
choking the stars
for a god.
every song
one note.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Fade in the mountains
Flow with the mist
Feel the bliss
Lie down on the green
Light up with the sunset
Look up to the moon
Yearn to heal with rain
Yield happy tears
Youthen your soul
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC