One Poem A Day

From now on, i will attempt to write one open a day and post it here.
even if it isn't the norm.
i commit to this. though i don't know how long for.
as long as my heart and mind allow it.

<3

Do We Still Love?

The scent of my freshly brewed tea creeps from my warm mug into my nose
unmistakably, you are there, in my mind, as bright as the day we professed our love
you are there, in the background of pictures long since forgotten, blurry, out of focus, yet present
in my dream, do i dare question that subconscious love of ours that we professed so long ago rearing its tried and tired head my way again? what possible force brings these emotions back to mind?
so many questions i may never have answered, by fear or by common sense
i hope, more than anything, that these feelings subside and lay back down to their bed once again, beneath their quilt and eyelids shut tight
this pattern does not need another set, and my heart needs no more pain, nor does it deserve such
and i do not wish any towards you in any regard
though i cannot help but ask myself, do we have enough left to waltz once more beneath the pale light of the stage? or have the soles of our  dancing shoes worn past repair and seen their last pirouette?
have the beams dimmed and burnt out? does the ballroom sit vacant and abandoned?
so many question i may never have answered, do you ponder these thoughts in the night the same?
before all, i must know that, for it only takes one spark to ingrate a flame, even once forgotten, they may burn again
do we still love?



Returned, Hopefully,

<3

(Un)Lucky Enough For The Lightning To Strike Twice

I was Lucky enough for the lightning to strike twice

Following chiseled footsteps of my previous life

The thunder clashed along the path, oh, it lit up my world

A flash of something more than plastic dreams, I was so sure

Though mistakes paved my way, I continued towards the glory

What a false, fucking fake. She put a plot twist ending to our story

Such abrupt did her emotion cease, leaving me motionless

A soaring bird put to rest

Wings clipped, no longer would an aviary love rise above the treeline

Old oak, strong spruce and dense pine, not ever green again

Endless winter, and atrocious abandonment

Life deciphers the soil from the pavement

A forest grown on the apex, the peak of confoundment not the peak of a mountain in the crests of my EKG waves

I wave goodbye to my illusion, set out to sea, compass and confusion

Im due south of heaven and north of hell, I cant believe such lies, ive no soul to sell

Her words are worse than bible pages laced empty promises, for her tongue penned a story of worth, my heart shed surely win

but later actions revealed a weaker heart

a junior mistake repeated from my senior start

though now ive left the woods and I am on my way, dismount my darkness for a brighter day

ive found a ray of hope in my blackest dreams

a faint glimmer of gold, a silver shimmering …

nothing makes sense…

what will make sense?

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Blood Mouth

The sores that plant their seeds in my moist mouth, they wreak with a silent dissonance, its inescapable, nor would I want to, for I find comfort in the chaos. My verbal muscle, not the chords, but the tongue, it converses with the foul, faithless beasts. Though I cannot fault their existence, for theyre here to teach, to force my hand, born to inspire, built to expire, an oral fixation put to paper

Rested And Ready

After a long break, I've been inspired to come back and continue my works. expect great things, for my inspiration is nearing a peak, oh i hope for a delicious climax 

<3

People Never Change

The warmth of summer drains the anarchy from the desolate winter months, we were just kids back then, now grown up from such youthful darling cunts. We plan to spend an evening swimming in the sea of conversation, arousal of the auditory noise, like our favorite radio station. Next the a roaring fire we were sat, our words soaring silhouettes of acrobats, retelling slave stories from beyond the grave, our mere mortal fears more likely insane, and when the sun filled the sky, as the moon so late at night, its beautiful rays, on my face, they did shine. I made my way home into a brand new light…until my darkness returned to me. This home now Is a house where my phobias dwell, and with one fell swoop, im dragged straight to hell, My empty picture frames stared back at me, their blank expressions taunt me miserably, reminding me to dot my I’s and cross my t’s.