Tag Archives: poem
The Holes That Make No Sense
Flick through the inner story of me, my tale, my closed self, where if you lick your finger and drag it over my surface, I will page for you (just don’t walk away in the middle of a chapter; the … Continue reading
Kingly
There is a king upon a hill, in silent sadness, sitting still. With tempest eyes and ragged air, He sits upon his royal chair. Afraid to breach the rocky wall, He’s never seen the sky at all. There He sits, … Continue reading
Remind Me
Remind me that I am more than this. Remind me, because I am fading. Remind me that I have something in my grasp, and I shouldn’t let go, or I might fall. Remind me that there is something other than … Continue reading
Ferocity Bleeds Through
This love’s ferocity bleeds through with an itch reserved most often only for the shadowthings that scritch behind eyes leaving tiny smoking clawtrails. I have not loved like this in a thousand lifetimes. I have not known any bliss such … Continue reading
when I go
When I go, darling, when I go, touch me ‘fore you lay me down to sleep, with the blue, blue satin at my head, and the blue, blue stockings on my feet. When I go, darling, when I go, kiss … Continue reading