We place a burden on the shoulders of our words We tell them they can create and invent An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent As... Continue Reading →
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‘Tis a faint halo that hems in the moon
A reminder that it is enslaved here, too
By its own beauty, its Clair de Lune
Much like the hearts it shines to woo
Are we not all but silhouette
As such, ’tis only shadows we beget
The shrouds that encompass each starlet
Illuminate dreams and prayers unmet
Footprints on the sand, then, are soul-deep
And as I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
That, into the world, my light might seep
My name is December Rose… Well, that’s not entirely true, but I prefer that name as a writer. Just like everyone else, I’m not just a writer. I’m also not just a musician, engineer, coffee enthusiast, or child, but I am all of those things and plus a bit more. I’ve lived life and had my share of wonderful and regrettable experiences, and found that my place…
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Searching for answers between the lines Lines in the palm of your hand Searching for the slightest sign Sign that is your heart's fervent demand I search your eyes and see it unfold Unfold like cloud shape shifting Rampant, it could never hold Hold shape: I saw my own soul searching Searching, I found only you. Confess
"No, I'm sorry sir. That simply won't do!" Rutherford always made a fuss when getting fitted for a suit, "The cummerbund is too tight and doesn't match my ascot! It isn't passable in the slightest! The banquet is tomorrow, and I can assure you that Lady Astonia shan't pardon me, therefore I shan't pardon you!... Continue Reading →
Called to be a soldier-king Called to romanticize everything From childhood on to elder spring From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing Called to not know where I stand Called to see beyond the borderland From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned From a gratuitous smile when I crash land Yet here I see all that I am... Continue Reading →
We are told in the tales of the sea The merchant, the pirate, and the shipwreck, we Who dare to take the world by storm Through placid waters, or weather worn Through sails torn Through strife, forlorn Through wanton scorn We are told in tales of the sea Whether by raiment, by gull, or by... Continue Reading →
'Tis neither here nor there For whence I set off I do not orchestrate the wind nor the sun's rays Euphonious, yet inexplicably irreverent in chase 'Tis neither here nor there From whence I came I've been told we'll understand in the by and by The cause of the earth's quake and the rock's slide... Continue Reading →
And I'd pour over the pieces of things That couldn't and wouldn't and shouldn't Until all that's left of me Is atrophy For fear of losing yet another piece Of my soul as I fold, lose control The only way to receive Is first giving So I stand and hand out my diamond rings They... Continue Reading →
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