autumnal breeze

Yellow leaves scatter, Red upon the chilled river, Smoky autumn winds. A whirling dervish, Splattered in colours of fall, Recall our old gods. Well-worn mountain paths, Glimmering like arteries, Bright with fallen leaves. Blue smoke drifts upward,While damp leaves of yellow-red,Fall upon my head. An autumnal breeze,Smelling like sweet potatoes,Ah, am I hungry?

Damn all of you

Damn all of you who told me to forget,As though I could somehow throw it away,These fucking memories of a phantom girl,Whose love crippled me and left me mad,Whose softest touch meant more to me,Transmitted through words on a screen,Or through the haze of an old flip-phone,Than every desperate, sticky fumbling,Every pulsing moan and lovely … Continue reading Damn all of you →

Worry, Worry

It has been some time,Since I've had the time to write,Now I feel hurried. Frantic as I post,These feelings wrapped in my soul,Clinging, grasping hands. Released, I'm relieved,But tension crawls in my scars,A depth unfulfilled. I may lose myself,In these intemperate years,Devoid of feelings. I just want to cry,But I worry I've lost it,That part … Continue reading Worry, Worry →

Lost in the Blue Ridge Mountains

The Blue Ridge Mountains,Wreathed in rolling sheets of mist,Now carry my heart. A shovel and hike,Beyond these paths less taken,In a still clearing,Where brooks weep for a lost land,I buried my heart,In a stony grave so dark,Night skies flowed inside,So calm, black stillness. The shovel scraping,Like a farewell aria,Drew up a thick mist,Salt-stained with my … Continue reading Lost in the Blue Ridge Mountains →

Phantasmagoria

As she mused over the whereabouts of the missing monks, a gust of wind tugged at her haori, and the reedy, distant laughter of children seemed to momentarily vanish from the chilled air. She took another wary step down the mountain path, but paused. There shouldn't be children on the mountain this late at night.

The Triple Goddess

For my arrogance,He reached for the stars above,Black skies filling empty hands. Within this hollow,Filled with your endless desire,A pale flower blooms like blood. I offer my eyes,Covetous, life-drinking orbs,Gleaming the shade of lost dreams.

A Recurring Fever

This 'cursed fever,Breaks upon my mind's shoreline,Dragging away every thought. I wish you were here,Not to tend to ailing bones,But nurse my spirit anew. I lie here dying,Wondering of my last death:My name on your lips, no more.

That’s Not Happiness

It's a delicious mood,The need to inflict hurt, to crush a dream,to break a heart,to shatter their illusion their glass houses,their fragile lives,their little white lies, Until finally they know,They can finally understand,Why this still hurts. Pain washes away pain,But that's not happiness,

Hook

Within Orphic shadows I slumbered soft,Chased by such dreams caught well aloft,Until I, by sweet nepenthe's quaff,Find me falling, falling off,Back into harsh reality,And the sanity,That my vanity,Fought-oft.

The Gentle Lie

Upon soft winds I gently lie, Warmed by the sun in lofty sky, The smell of coffee drifting by, With the tang of smoke on my sigh, There's nothing left for me to try, But allow these lonely tears to dry.