Category Archives: lost

5-4-3

Howdy, folks. I have been dreaming of late with the reckless abandon of a child unbidden and unbound. I’ve put together another little adventure for you to enjoy as I enjoy it myself. Please, without further ado…

5-4-3

Red blood drips 

off my blood red lips

and even though

I tried my best

I still miss you

like a knife through my chest.

~

Built from safety,

and built from trust,

our bonds now naught

but putrid disgust.

~

So unfair,

your untoward disguise

under desire’s untoward lies.

~

I only wish you felt like me,

so that you could see…

~

I almost felt like I was free.

Foolproof

Howdy folks. I’ve spent a significant amount of time the past week in a confused state, but things are certainly looking up. I can’t say for certain if one thing means another, sure, but when I wake up I know the Sun will call my name. Without further ado…

Foolproof

I feel as though something sinister lies beneath the surface,

so familiar, 

and yet unknown. 

~

I have often thought myself fearless,

once because of anger,

once because of stupidity,

once because of love.

~

I forget myself in my bravado,

too comfortable, too comfortable.

I allowed myself the privilege: 

A life without fear.

~

For a moment I laid in its warm embrace,

sat up in it,

and lived in it. 

~

How important are those around me and yet,

I forget. 

Awareness brings its own embrace.

~

Once I was a fool,

and now I am a fool again.

La Fleur

Howdy, howdy. I don’t have much to say right now, but I’ve got a heck of a poem for you. It’s been a little while and I appreciate everybody who sticks around to read these. It does mean a lot. Without further ado…

La Fleur

Beyond me burns a blossom,

beautiful and burgeoning,

blooming and bedeviling;

I see its light in all things right.

~

Therein I find myself at odds

with visions of varying veracity,

and veritable truths of varying capacity;

Visions of flame are burned into my eyes.

~

Into the sky I wander,

ferrying foolishly abreast of foreign fens

while my eyes scream and my legs buckle,

teeth seething at the thought,

as the light drives back into me.

~

I only came to pick a flower,

pretty as it was,

certain was I to endeavor

in an exercise so devilishly dour.

~

Ashen and alone,

addled and afraid,

all in and all out,

I was broken on the peaks of clouds.

~

Still I reach for vaunted halls,

for myths and legends and things yet to make,

as that blossom burns bright behind my eye.

What Once Was

Hey folks, waiting on my computer to restart, and I figured I’d post a poem I just wrote last night. I hope you enjoy; without further ado…

What Once Was

In truth,

I have taken on that spirit of a most incoherent melancholy.

It feels bucolic, this, an almost romance of a deepening despair.

From what depths then do I dredge these awful, unbegotten things?

~

Blown far off course, 

I find myself wanted and wanting.

Simultaneously unwanted and unchained,

in ungracious and unkempt embrace.

With wind in my sails and yet stagnant,

watching and listening as the phantom breeze delivers old whispers.

~

Blasted Bastarnae,

as I have learned and been enraptured

in your ancient embraces,

I find myself still in somber memories

haunted by wailing spirits and adoring lies.

Would it be that I should be in such a state?

I am fraught with consternation,

with woe that was earned in fire and in blood.

~

What man is this?

What beast?

At once the God of Qart’Hadasht became the Demon of Antioch.

~

And I am afraid.

Witch Trial

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…

Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

~

Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

~

I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

~

Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

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Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

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Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

~

Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.