She loves chaos and tragedy: Preening suitors bearing presents, trying to fill her void. Dark candles and cigarette smoke, a taste of blood, the high. Bacchanalian revelry, Sex and violence, a sigh. Sepia phantoms moving in sad mimicry of life.
Tag: Poetry
Dearest Friend, so long
Dearest Friend, so long,I'll not forget you,Though it is better,To be forgotten.
Too Many Thoughts
For once in your life,Stop thinking and just shut up,Sleep in soft silence.My thoughts whirl about my mind,Cut on shards of lost futures.
Knight Errant
A true Knight Errant, Through adventure and honor,Seeks only a home.Will you, good Queen, offer one,And allow this soldier rest?
Quiet Loneliness
I miss the warm days of youth,Of being a fool in love,But these cold days aren't so bad.Quiet loneliness,Like a cup of black coffee,Takes getting used to.
pretend to sleep
Is it morning yet?Can't we lay here a moment,And pretend to sleep?
lavender dreams
Like lavender dreams,You're gone in the morning light,Leaving me yearning.
Untitled, scribbled
Don't doubt my passion,My desperate wanting,The ceaseless hunger,that drives all men like meto take up the pen.
mountain youkai
I miss the mountains:Lonely spirits on the lake,Fishing for lost dreams.If they happen to catch mine,Hope they kindly release it.
sounds of morning
The sounds of morning,Of dogs barking and bird-song,Of my stifled yawns.
Discarded Recollections 