musing
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Musings From 30,000 Feet
I find myself looking forward to the end of the month now; now that I’ve started this musing of some sort. I find it reassuring knowing that I’m talking to you all like this even though we don’t really communicate. I’d like to say this is a way for me to figure out…
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Desolated Embers
There are several lights flickering Dancing in the silent air across the room I imagined myself consumed by them feeling nothing but that slight burn the all around consumption I imagined the pain and emptiness I felt erased by the power and possession of those flickering lights I…
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Vertigo
It’s funny isn’t it The fire burning in our eyes people’s eyes then at once that flame could go away I once breathed in the fresh air whilst talking to stars Took in the smell that deep aroma while serenading to blossoms Your shadow casting its own spell…
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Serenading Orion
I always find myself living as if I were you. How amazingly brilliant you are and you don’t even realize. The gods angered in their hearts, that stone cold beating until it finally wore out; questioning if what powers they had amounted to yours. The galaxies formed around you, and all I…
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A Tribute To Mortals
I’ve transcended realms cascaded off the cusps of stardust and melded sharp meteorites into emeralds Procreated worlds Phenomenons of cataclysms that your kind scrounge for grovel over fluorescent spheres the old moons pray to Heavenly bodies Proclamations of glory and accolades of desire that garnish me in sharp creams litters…
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Requiem For The Muse
You would have thought strings were attached to that body of yours The way they tried to control you They trickle out words of affection conversations of companionship but what they want is intimacy They want to dredge their talons in you deceive you because of your kind words They…
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Unbosoming Myself
I’ve decided not to write a poem today, and instead I wanted to talk to you. Though it might not bring you any meaning or any type of entertainment, my conversing with you that is, but I’ve written a fair share amount of poetry this month so I thought it might be time for indulgence.…
Éloa 