from a poem"With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart."
from Renouncement by Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922)
Wastedpour out your bloody ink in some faint rhythmic whine while the dark, thick rain falls endlessly to earth: the night sky is still the night sky, and like all things it will continue.Wasted
though your blood may rush and roar like water until in a faint whisper you finally run dry: still the stars endure and the rain falls, and will go on falling.
go on and make your thin poetic moan and cut, and cry, and shake your tiny fist at the sky
and bleed:
but rain is the blood of the stars,
and they have no sympathy for you.
Like ClockworkWhere is my center amid the constant movement of gears ticking,Like Clockwork
wheels spinning, dials twirling? Where is the fixed point that will give me comfort and make the dizziness abate?
I’m not looking for direction. I can see that the only direction is relentlessly onward, No matter how many times the
sky falls,
world ends, light fails. I can’t stop but I seem to circle round To a vaguely familiar place at a slightly different time,
And the same question I couldn’t answer before.
If I can find
the axis,
the pivot,
the turning po
They Waste Before MeThey Waste Before MeThey Waste Before Me
There are sorrows not to tears resigned And tonight they are flung against the windshield wet Or seen in burning cigarette paper, folding away in red and black To the beat of a top-ten dirge
And when my eyes grow blank Soaking in both fire and ash He wonders what I see And I am haunted, though I cannot tell Of lives that burnt like paper in my gaze Fire so swiftly flown And scattered, ashen leaves in the early breeze
I kiss tonight but the taste is of long ago Stale and of smoke, of old tobacco Of turned dirt lain long
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"You make morbid look so cute." - ~lyric1459
"If your work was any cuter, we'd all gush and explode" - =doorstopPhotos
♥ gorjuss
Taking a look at a few of your works, and I will definitely enjoy taking some time to explore your writing.
...moogie
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