Gook along dilapidated roads and carbon clouds that shroud the city gleamed aglow. Death, disease never looked so pretty livid by light of a million neon this city of Leon. Thundered and lied and cried the heavens Unholy tears then murdered their pride, if alive. Sickly scraps buried beneath they hide, shoulder the burden of […]
Tag: Poet
Atlantica
Along the long cold Atlantis,
Passing just about
all the tests of time.
Alone
In love, at peace.
Is it wrong to want alone.
To not miss and not be missed.
To want nothing and no one more.
Magic of Spirits
It has some kind of magic or science to be precise. Unholy, immoral and wicked they say; but holy, moral and virtuous I cry.
Leave me be
You made especially evident; for none you ever bent.
Henceforth I will be aware, surely, angels aren’t heaven sent.
Is it the same for you
Just keep doing what you have done to me.
Please don’t stop, I beg you, please.
You won all battles
All my strength invested, holding me back.
I wish I could leap across the hallway,
slap that oblivious look off your face.
I see neither hurt nor guilt in your eyes,
but I clearly see the pride in your smile.
The Reason
If you love me, I beg we never say it.
If you care for me, I beg you bury it.
Chameleons
She does reflect
She does take form
She hath no surfaces
She seems to have no sides
Suburban Birds
Bird pessimistic alight in nest warm
Seeks solace from swarm
Takes freedom in own constitution to wallow
Cornered in window shallow
