We say farewell to the beloved month of merry June...
Though now you're here, you'll soon depart...
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
I almost simply used my post from yesterday: On the Backs of Vagabonds but thought that was taking the easy road, so I'll try something new today... Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic... Continue Reading →
Starlets and Shrouds
'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... Continue Reading →
Letters to Old Friends
I tend to hold onto memories like sentimental letters from long-lost friends. In a way, that's exactly what they are, but some letters are meant to collect dust for a very long time before they're read so as not to be misconstrued, and some are meant to be burned. I can remember when I was... Continue Reading →