How dare they?


Baskerville 2I remember you the way you are Ive forgotten you the way you were.Baskerville 2
Where do you linger, now?
Shattered gainst a splintered spine; Beneath a caged and callous line; Behind the sigh of a burning page; Trapping time on a paper stage?
I dreamed of you, dear Baskerville, Atop that grey and fettered hill - Does Father rest beside you still? I thought I knew; I never will.
This is the way it was and is - The way it never was, but is
Where do you linger, now?


The Phoenix 2The PhoenixThe Phoenix 2
Wildfire - something from nothing Into your life; scattered,
That searing second Her flames around you before you see her face.
Witchfire - burning blaze Preconceptions; scattered, You watch it for hours You get burned and barely feel it.
Angelfire takes a cold room Of broken frames; scattered The glass flows together like tears Behind a picture youve never seen
That youve known all your life.
Soulfire blackened, heavy walls Now orange, red. White. Good as new. The fl
| I like poems that end in the poem, and don't need extra definition in their description. I like the odd thoughts that pop into my mind, and unlike a lot of potential poets my age, I get on with myself pretty well. If I didn't have my flaws, I probably wouldn't be writing, after all. |
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I'm quite the buckler of swashes...
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This is not my universe.
But it could be worse.
Nat x
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