Tag: Poem
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Thaumaturge
At face, I fit into every space But my heart, it’s Ember and Rose Squall and Night Memento Monster Serpent and Wand Mori, Vivere Thaumaturgic Grace -
Turning Forty
You are forty now, and maybe you don’t feel it. Haven’t had the time for your age to sink into your bones. Forty. You still feel thirty-nine, Sometimes eighty, Those days you try to do it all. Be everything for everyone at all times. Just remember: two more years and you’ll find the meaning of ... -
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An Ode to Swedish Metal
I wish I could thank you For the nights you spent In my ear When I was with you, I was venom and lead They punched Holes in my wings And put demons In my head I was flying, dying Poisoned by What they did And I plunged Down, down, down Until I spiraled Into ... -
Death and Dishes
Why should I be Afraid to die? There’s no pain, When it’s done, Of any kind. What I fear instead Is running Out of time Waiting— Waiting— For my words to shine. There’s a story In the news About a man Who lost his hands And an accident Where someone went blind. What could I do If ... -
Pursing Secrets
Pursing secrets, they lay their purple bed along the fringes of Mother Earth’s luscious lips – a cover up. Well below, in the magma of her soul, she hides the truth about our collective weight. Let’s tread softly on the ground, and keep it that way. Admire her beauty from a dignified distance. Or else… ... -
Friends
“Hey, you! Come play with me.” “I can’t see you, Can you see me?” “I see a blop. Is that you?” “I’m a blop. What form are you?” “I’m formless, but I’m dense. I’m all around you, Blop.” “I feel you, Dense. What can we play?” “Hide and seek?” Said Dense “You’re everywhere,” Said Blop, ...