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Laisse-moi t’aimer!

Good afternoon, everybody. C’est moi! It’s been a little while since my last post, but I actually have a little song I wrote today. None of you rat bastards are going to hear my sing it, mind you (except one). Just imagine it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and then tone that down by about three notches. If any of you would like to grace me with your patronage, do not forget there are donation links on my home page. Whether you give or not though, thank you to everyone who visits my website and enjoys my writing. It really means the world to me. Without further ado…

Just Hope That You Know It

Imagine just sailing away,

having nothing to say.

I love the way that you sway

at the end of the day.

You’re like the rays of the sun

filling my chest up a ton.

It’s so hard to tell you this, hun’

but just know i love you

and i think i won.

Seeing my reflection in your eyes

makes me forget all the lies

that everyone else told

and filled me with all sighs.

Perhaps I’m not sure if it’s wise

to keep all my love in your eyes

but theres nothing that stops me

when you are the prize.

I’ll never stop thinking of all the ways you try.

My heart is so open

and i want to show it

by letting you in and letting you know it.

Trying to water and letting you grow it.

I look at you and just hope that you know it.

Shattered Glass

Good morning, everyone. Walking through an abandoned house, creaking floorboards and shattered glass fill these decrepit halls. It is not dark, nor lit either, though it is not hard to see where you are going. You know this house, but you can’t remember how. Nothing to fear, and yet you are here, stumbling through a place where all the details bleed together. No, there is nothing here. Still, you must remain. Walk these halls and find all the nothing there is to find. Please enjoy…

Unknowingly

What am I?

That question,

age old,

which bears no resolution.

It has haunted me;

oh, how it has haunted me.

Ghostly shadows

twist and twirl

in spectral pirouettes

that draw my eye

to something Other,

something else.

Concentration fails me

as consternation fills me

and I find myself at odds

with everything that knew me.

It is the broken mind,

not the broken heart,

that bring the dead to bear.

It’s been a long time since I saw light in there.

Groggy

Good morning, everyone. I am tired today. New poem though! I hope you like it. Oh! I did see a guy who looked exactly like Jeffrey Dahmer. May have been his ghost. Who knows! There’s my funny little anecdote for today. Without further ado…

Groggy

Sick in the head,

but not as you think;

Tired, foggy, heavy and glum.

Perhaps from me it could be washed

with all those contents of a bottle of rum.

Tired heads bring tired eyes

and so forth pour those tired lies

from upturned lips that sink so down,

once a smile

and now a frown.

Wear a mask

and make your task,

feel it though:

The bite

of an asp.

This one’s going to make you last.

Stellar Corona

Good afternoon, everybody! As we shuffle slowly into winter, I’ve got a nice little poem for you all about keeping the cold away. Not much else to add. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Halo

Filtered through those sunlit clouds,

warm rays give way to warmer shrouds.

They wrap around and they provide

a sense of calm I’d not before tried.

Not so worried

about the slurry

that no doubt comes

with coming flurries.

This Sun may shine,

a gracious sign,

that snow so clears

around the pines.

In the forest,

betwixt the trees,

stands the florist

whose wares escape the coming freeze.

The cold has never seemed so far away.

Falling Into Sleep

Good morning, everyone. Publishing another poem today. Who would’ve guessed? Today’s focus is on difficulty sleeping. Feel free to leave a comment with your experiences! I love hearing from you all. Without further ado…

Falling Into Sleep

That low and weary head

filled with all those lively things

that preclude me from my place in bed.

Sleeping doesn’t feel right.

Back and forth I’ve tossed

as shadows bark and bite.

Must I always be so lost?

I am in the forest again,

always searching,

never finding;

perhaps it’ll be this time, then?

The crunch of leaves underfoot

fills my ears,

from the fires in the distance

comes the soot.

So comes the ash

turning trees to cinder

and brush to tinder

while the dark alights upon my sash.

It feels as though I have a rash…