Works

These are my works. You’ll find mostly poetry, or some semblance here.

Sulfur’s Lament

Said the powder-keg spirit To the match and her flame, “What is life, but dust and ash in the wind?” To which the duo replied, “To stay warm for however long it takes to grow cold” From the Author To succumb to wrath is to feel empty. To be loved is to feel warm. ThisContinue reading “Sulfur’s Lament”

The Womb of the Lake

The young man Took his step-off Into the shrouded waters, His feet eager To cleave from the lake’s pier. Slighted by rotten wood, His legs buckled, Sending splinters and moss into the air. A hegira* already misguided and breech, He surrendered himself To the choking and the sinking He waited for his prostate form ToContinue reading “The Womb of the Lake”

Sleeping Giant

When you grasp your soul in your own hands No master will be able to halt you No betrayer will be able to kill you No heretic will be able to steal you away from we Beasts will try to break you Murderers will try to burn you Poisoners will try to mar your faceContinue reading “Sleeping Giant”

Tug

The moon doesn’t shine tonight But i still feel her tug Her pull I hear the whisper of her song Drifting serene on gentle winds Too soft to know if it’s a lullaby Or a mournful dirge- Its melancholy form Barely ecking through a cloudy blanket She tugs and pulls at my heart She soothesContinue reading “Tug”

“She”

Though she crack, though she splinter under pressure, She knows how to hone her soul. And so breaking her bones will just supply her with sharper teeth. With murder in your mind, You left her alone with the wolves But she’s kind to dogs Knows a lullaby to sooth the hungry Jaguar By night sheContinue reading ““She””

Bedrock

This is the beginningI’m starting something new from the bedrockThough it aint nothing fairytale like a clean-break;From what broke off of meA broken ego remainsBut these jagged stonesThis mud and bileI’ll pound them downAnd grind them on my teethTill there aint no difference between the bile and meI’ll set an altar to God hereAsk HimContinue reading “Bedrock”

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