But here I've stood all alone without my neglectful muse.
My Neglectful Muse
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Ever On the Wing, pt. III
Chimeric ebullience is all my vessel Swathing as the springtime mistral For enthralling and enchanting is all that might stupefy Lest you crack the icy enamel with a sanguine sigh And take to the wing as a swift Agile
Love in Winter Juxtapose
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 →
Shree
In deep twilight, ghasts and ghouls emerge to haunt In the depths of the world, all too horrid and gaunt Ripped and ragged, their weathered cloaks they flaunt Nothing can stop their shrieks and harrowing taunts Each has a name, don't you know, just like we The tortured living, we the tormented free And if... Continue Reading →
What Really Scares Us
(Continued from The Children - Rachel and Jonathan) A few minutes after the hilarity had calmed, when everyone wiped the last tears from their eyes and huffed their last giggles, Jonathan emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The 17-year-old boy laughed at his mother briefly; she was still clad in her suave and sassy... Continue Reading →
