Ruffled ribbons of cloths clutter the bed's face ( Read more... )

I hate myself for getting excited over this; however, I will say it anyway...

Jeremy + Anastasia 4 ever and stuff, right!

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 Cheerfully stolen from silvermoonmagic
 “If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people ( Read more... )

 Letters upon letters, the ink runs deep into parchment firm.
Giving proof, granting existence to thoughts otherwise forgotten.

Hope is bestowed with a few quick strokes;

The guilded pen glides with Mercury’s ease.

Lost are days gone with no record,

Thought, etched, or speech,

So I hold this one close with wrists gentle and deliberate.
Hollowed is ( Read more... )

Love brings sweet springs full
till time finds rhyme or reason.
Father Time, sleep sound.

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Listen, Coyote.

Heed visions of recent forms,

They tell the best tales.

Listen, O’ Raven.

Mislead all of decent norms,

They need you the most.

Listen, Father Bear.

Forgive me, please forgive me.

For this is my path.

Little to do, such as it may be,

to hold Fate ransom, cleaved from Father Time’s arms.

He implores for his little girl, his precious child,

but dull am I, numb to rhetoric of that sort.

This is the time for Time to tell his wife

that Fate will not be the same when she returns.

Molested, violated, sodomized will their young be,

for no tears ( Read more... )

With That Said, Hail The Age Of Past

(I cannot believe I am actually writing a post about myself outside of poetry)

Dear friends, my cycle that since past twice without completion has begun. Karma holds my name and I will embrace it this season. Till Samhain, I will embark my proper rights into the darkness. Friends reading this that hail from ( Read more... )