There Are Tears

Last night I cried some tears for Sleep, (In sleep alone is where I weep) And though the dark I call my friend I pray that fate your heart will lend     For just a moment do I ask And surely Time's up to the task I'm sure a minute he can spare, I'd... Continue Reading →

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Him

You do not know him like I do These verses shared of love too true. You think he bleeds these words for you, But lips of mine he gripped¬† And knew.¬†   You do not feel his presence near Perhaps you think to him you're dear But hearts like mine are made to sear Beneath... Continue Reading →

Absence

Sadly, I will be a lot less present for a couple of weeks. There won't be much by way of poetry or reading everyone's lovely words. It's sad for me but it won't last too long. My little heart will feel the time passing much slower than the ticking clock that will be surely mocking... Continue Reading →

Things and stuff

Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →

I was…but now…

  Accustomed I am to disguising the light, to hiding from truth and from destiny's sight. Used to the comfort of being alone, in mind and in thoughts I have often found home. Cloistered¬† behind bolted doors , windows barred, I thrived in the darkness and hearts became hard. Forgotten of self and remembered through... Continue Reading →

I blame the moon

Let's bid farewell to my mind's sweet egress, may it have a safe voyage with sanity's mess. Questionable actions, decisions that taunt, and a memory of something I quietly haunt. I wanted to speak and to freely express, this sensation of madness at life's cruel behest. And I stumbled upon, well no, I dived right... Continue Reading →

Broken people

A broken person bleeds poetry from the cracks and jagged pieces strewn across the ground. Pick them up, look at them, take in their individual beauty, know that they will never be reassembled, and use them to create a collage of love and bliss.   I wrote this to a sweet poet princess once. I... Continue Reading →

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