Darjeeling TeaDear girl, the innocence of my adoration flows with the gales of myDarjeeling Tea
eager breath, curling in sync with the amber swirl dancing in our teacups.
We laugh, we converse; the chatter of new
acquaintanceship fluttering alongside the last orange and brown confetti strands, that welcome the gentle
white faeries of pure winter.
Chipped ceramic holding a heaven with honey and lemon the brew itself keeping hold a spirit of its own, simple and free.
Dear girl, let the suave aroma of my Darjeeling tea
To EscapeBehind gray hills the sun gently weeps Forced to bake wildernesses of sandstone and glass, concrete, steel and brick Rigid Unwelcoming.To Escape
At times the Earth, with each awkward tilt offers us her seasons, perhaps to accent sterile lands with foliage or snow to reduce the dystopian brood we stacked against the skies.
Oh for this metropolis
to melt away in the rear view mirror What I'd give to escape the pall of synthetic life, to be cloistered, blanketed warmly in the serenity only found miles from the buzz of the highway. &n
I Read Her Poetry TodayI read her poetry today, long after she fell out of favor, reading what she wrote when she said she thought of me. The insincerity bites at me, each cliché, written in ugly, egotistical inks, drawn from the pages of Mariah Carey's songbook. The words she declared to belong to her, to be written only for me, were trite and inauthentic, plastic expressions for a lethargic romance.I Read Her Poetry Today
I remember her asking me one day why I never wrote her poems, songs or invocations, no bits of language to dedicate to her, no written mementos to our time toge
That Time, RevisitedYour song, a haunting minor key, sweet, tranquil trills of your flute Became the soundtrack to my happiness. Soft legato undulation drifting without caution adorns the stale coffee shop air. A true confection for the ears which we once thought as timeless, now shows its rust in recent days has faltered out of tune.That Time, Revisited
My words, scribbled in awkward haste Hurried wisps of the ballpoint pen Sat like footprints in the snow. I offered you my most genuine thoughts Immortalized in print, taped onto your bedroom wall. My ink, permeating ch
Confessions on PaperStanding on the line that I’d like to crossConfessions on Paper
Out-- the brink of Touch. This pen hesitates, Hovers over its statement As a witness. If let loose, these words
would lead you straight to me; They are my shadow.
But I stand in them now, dipped in black, Open hands dripping. I look at you, knowing that I am Trying to caress a weaving,
Careless Spiral of smoke. A chase almost as empty
as running after the wind. Only, my fingertips do brush against the gray, Even as it melts and fades. If I had left any deeper a pause, thi
The Last Rites
Holy... wha... ZOMG im published lulz!
Wow!
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let love be free, and peace be an eternity
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"One man's Voltaire is another man's Screech."
-Dennis Miller
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let love be free, and peace be an eternity
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"One man's Voltaire is another man's Screech."
-Dennis Miller
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We will never die alone Juggalos will carry on Swing our hatchets if we
must Each an everyone of us
YAOI FANGIRL!
LOVER OF SESSHY/KAGOME & KOUGA/KAGOME
Rabid fangirl of Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan!
MMFWCL
--
"One man's Voltaire is another man's Screech."
-Dennis Miller
--
We will never die alone Juggalos will carry on Swing our hatchets if we
must Each an everyone of us
YAOI FANGIRL!
LOVER OF SESSHY/KAGOME & KOUGA/KAGOME
Rabid fangirl of Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan!
MMFWCL
--
"One man's Voltaire is another man's Screech."
-Dennis Miller
--
We will never die alone Juggalos will carry on Swing our hatchets if we
must Each an everyone of us
YAOI FANGIRL!
LOVER OF SESSHY/KAGOME & KOUGA/KAGOME
Rabid fangirl of Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan!
MMFWCL
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