When Sleep Comes SoftI.When Sleep Comes Soft
When winter’s sucked the marrow from September’s brittle and bare-branched bones, The skeletons of a day’s December Speak with the wind in autumnal tones Of their boughs set ablaze in the falling flame, Shaken to the earth in the pouring rain that would soon be turned to snow In the quick to darken days of November.
And the prayer-blowing wind, struck up in answer to the call for comfort
In mantle-hot nights of fireside shelter, Captures the ghosted b
A Reaction to the Death of 33Throw apart the blinding curtains, Take me by my timid hand, Show me for I am uncertain: What moves man to murder man? I shall not with proud persistence, Bless the heroes, mourn the dead, For I know not what it is To lay my so long loved to rest. I’ll not blaspheme streets gone silent, Spout forth words of time-lost praise, Sermon over fastened caskets, Weep at mouths of opened graves; All I asA Reaction to the Death of 33
In Northern NightsAlways when I, cradled in the cold palms of northern nights, Listless to listen in the curtained light of the moon That shown always long and forbidden In my sapling glory, Hunted for that simple story, I wound like a wolf (in plain sight) through chair-leg and lamp-light, Caught in the cool and carefree cunning of a thrashing youth, Heedless of what time, wholly hidden, Should thrust down before me In all his telling, turning, truth.In Northern Nights
And as I was hunting and heedless (found, I was shameless), Pulled golden atop my grandfather’s gr
Deep in the Dwindling ForestDeep in the dwindling forest Where my uncle went to take livesDeep in the Dwindling Forest
And I to touch them
Briefly in their final moment of breathless life, Where the sun shone all day but
The trunks stood stolid and filtered The rays so the sun shone dully
Yet vibrant on the treetop horizon Just as the moment before dawn.
It was here in high-noon light, No shadows to hide the chirping birds Nor the whispering foxes As they whished nearby In a knee-high flight, Chasing each other for sport And the faun for the kill.
And it was here in the high-noon light
My Icarus2.10.05 10:39amMy Icarus
My Icarus
The touch of an angel The kiss of a demon Cursed me to wanting To needin’ and dreamin’ Taken on wax wings We both flew too high Falling and waiting For our time to die
The heart of a child The look of a man I’ll give him my last breath To just understand Diving into you while We watch the setting sun I promise you, my darling The best has yet to come
The lips of a lover The eyes of a stranger Forever drowning in this Sleepless deadly danger I hold him in
Public Service Anouncement
Affection
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"Though lovers be lost, love shall not,
And death shall have no dominion."
I'm good. I've been in college for about a month also. It's pretty tough. =/ So much homework. I feel like it never ends.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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I think it is immoral, the fact that I have settled into sustenance
That I still shower, eat, and sleep
And have not fallen into disrepair
Doesn't she read what you write?? What happened??
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Let's Ban Humans. They All Suck Anyway
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Let's Ban Humans. They All Suck Anyway
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Why Arsey and Me Were Banned
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