Some poems
Since I don't have the time at the moment to post all my fics but I wanted to post some little drabble-like type things. They are kind of Emily Dickinson's esq. Hope everyone likes
Grief keeps its own time piece an inner ticking clock. I wear it round my neck lest my agony forgot.
He knows me not he sees me not he thinks the genius his. I wear a false grin on my face -of course of course tis!
Even my thoughts are not my own he stole them for his mirth, his conquests his flirtations… but I have had them first
Her breathless and strident laughter to my tales attend, I stroke her check, bend, whisper “sweetheart, when?”
I would do anything to save her, yes sirs even kill. You see the blood drip from my knife and yet you doubt me still.
With your random act of cruelty you unpeeled the doctors stichery
The last vestiges of civilization fall away from me
Ah, My darling my dear they stole me. Could you get me back somehow I’m so tangled so twisted between present and past I know not which is real. Could I begin again through her? A simple mind a simple body. After all at first it was mine..
Reality is warm bathwater her mother at the door-don’t catch a chill the man she will marry at her side. But we do not deal in reality do we maid? The bakers daughter has a knife that kills flowers will turn you old and grey. Dream is this. In cold in cold down she sinks and this body they gave me I can do nothing but scream I tried to encircle you miad, to save you, but you would be brave you would step over the line I made. The last thing I see is your wildcat eyes blazing green cutting through my minds dark.
Methinks subtle Victorian seduction is in order the brush of thimbled fingers across a check so light. Not this horrid business of jumping to it right away, no a little wait makes it all the sweeter and you are such a sweet old fashioned girl, dear. If I got on my knees would you accept my suite? I promise I shall be a lady at least as well as I am able in this barbaric age. What a pleasant surprise you were my sweet, I was playing games with the ape man, (they aren’t any brighter then they were 100 years ago no great shock there,) and there you were! Hmmm, and meaning business in the most delicious way, why I just had to surrender, for now.
Grief keeps its own time piece an inner ticking clock. I wear it round my neck lest my agony forgot.
He knows me not he sees me not he thinks the genius his. I wear a false grin on my face -of course of course tis!
Even my thoughts are not my own he stole them for his mirth, his conquests his flirtations… but I have had them first
Her breathless and strident laughter to my tales attend, I stroke her check, bend, whisper “sweetheart, when?”
I would do anything to save her, yes sirs even kill. You see the blood drip from my knife and yet you doubt me still.
With your random act of cruelty you unpeeled the doctors stichery
The last vestiges of civilization fall away from me
Ah, My darling my dear they stole me. Could you get me back somehow I’m so tangled so twisted between present and past I know not which is real. Could I begin again through her? A simple mind a simple body. After all at first it was mine..
Reality is warm bathwater her mother at the door-don’t catch a chill the man she will marry at her side. But we do not deal in reality do we maid? The bakers daughter has a knife that kills flowers will turn you old and grey. Dream is this. In cold in cold down she sinks and this body they gave me I can do nothing but scream I tried to encircle you miad, to save you, but you would be brave you would step over the line I made. The last thing I see is your wildcat eyes blazing green cutting through my minds dark.
Methinks subtle Victorian seduction is in order the brush of thimbled fingers across a check so light. Not this horrid business of jumping to it right away, no a little wait makes it all the sweeter and you are such a sweet old fashioned girl, dear. If I got on my knees would you accept my suite? I promise I shall be a lady at least as well as I am able in this barbaric age. What a pleasant surprise you were my sweet, I was playing games with the ape man, (they aren’t any brighter then they were 100 years ago no great shock there,) and there you were! Hmmm, and meaning business in the most delicious way, why I just had to surrender, for now.