BitternessDroplets of light Filter through my darkness Shining brightly for a second or two Before being sharply extinguished.Bitterness
They fill a bitter pool beneath me And boil at me with their rage For stealing their luminescence As if I had a choice To decide whether or not I wanted to desecrate their purity And add a taint of my own tint To their untouched thoughts.
But soon,
They’ll find themselves in an abyss Much blacker than mine While I am discarded From the passing of time My darkness having faded As it should be Sinc
Who Am I?A vagrant mind That dabbles in folderol, And vomits its contents With a rose-colored hope.Who Am I?
A laggard body That sits on deferment, And aches for kinetics With flab for a friend.
A culpable soul That stretches for sense, And struggles for self With a cipher as its guide.
An ordinary human That exists as himself, And does as he likes With his own brilliance.
As November StruckI remember Before November Struck I was feeling mighty blue But then, of course, one need not feel When things are taken from youAs November Struck
I remember As November Struck I did not hear a sound To think that such a pretty thing Would never have been found
I remember After November Struck She took my hand in hers And with a charming, loving sound Said ‘I will be all yours.’
Wtf...
Lazy
;D
Hi, babe.
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