patience is virtue,'tis wholesome and attractive,we lovers waiting.but I! am not a soft doll,to simply wait, contented.
Speaking of monstrous:Nothing is less than worthless,Than nothing at all.
Something about loving you,Makes me hate something about myself,And how I wish this didn't sound likeA teenager's Instagram post.
I'm a little tired,Like sleep sapped away my soul,So back to it, then.
Family gravestones seemSo cool, even in this heatGlistening with dew. Ladle of water,Wash away these worldly sins,Make me clean again. Mountain pilgrimage,A thousand-thousand steps up,Like unending dreams. I take strange comfort,In my slumbering god-ghosts,Dreaming of this land,From their little demimondes,Nestled deep in mossy homes.
I do not think about it,Awake as I am,I am a wake,A vigil over sleep,My vigilant sleeplessness.
The cold sheet precipitates,Chance meetings and glances,Lips that speak of unhealed wounds,Lost loves and last chances.
Gothic fantasy prayer,Cold fingers crossed under moonlight,Grown heavy with memory,"Words without thoughts"; endless night.
Winter clings to Time,Spring mud scattered in her wake,She melts, yet remains. Warm sun on my back,I’m filled with bitter respect,This perseverance.
It's not that I'd forgotten it, Nor ignored what day it is, The words just failed to form aloud, Made mute by my cowardice. What do we do with these wishes, When they fail to come to true, Are they abandoned in dark holes, Or trashed as broken things do? Maybe I can't fathom a … Continue reading (Belated) Birthday Wishes