Category: Poetry

The Quiet, The Insane, and The Guillotine.

After a mere minute of listening to their garrulous talk, their vainglory had no place for the wretchedly involved, These wretches cared not for the words, but only for the melodies from the caterwauls that they had caused, by a guillotine of sorts, like…

Z’s for Mead

Staggering with every step I produce, This ground has been liquidated to poor use. It appears that I have stumbled upon an unfamiliar terrain, One with stagnant growth, where clarity is constrained. With every stride and motion I intend to commit, There exists a…

Hands on Deck

To sulk in malcontent Is like shifting through pages to find a passage of relevance While writing on parchment Relieves the soul from the confinements of darkness Where these acts converge There exists a creative edge Proclaimed by a self worth You are the…

Blooming Gloom Renounced

One with the earth, the soil is calling Whom is facing towards the grave, now still, Is stricken into a shackled will Without a clue to where she has fallen The darkness approaches as absentia submits A wallowing pity to a stagnant growth; Maybe flowers…