Demon Star.You dangerous habit of some Hellish God,
Perhaps some faraway hope can hold me;
No human heart can match your organ-spilled fraud.
Alas, no supernal savior sees me free.
Yet a dubious thought strikes my blank dreams
(though I hold no temptation to your grin)
A rare occasion of light, dull in its gleam,
For I am no gifted sylph of your sin.
You treat my eyes, being the stunning creature
That rose from pretty graves of former loves.
Even my frankenbrain holds no feature,
Compared to your death pale hands shaped like doves.
Though those red stars are falling like silver rain,
You will surely snatch the one wish I gain.
A New DayHeres to saying what you want to sayA New Day4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And taking on everything that comes your way
Heres to standing for what you believe
For uniqueness that others will never conceive
Heres for doing what you think is right
No matter the consequence, no matter the plight
Heres for being no one but you
And to knowing there's nothing you can't do
She.Dark is the bloom ofShe.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a spring lost in
A cyanide crow approaches
my window sill
Get back! Get back!