earendil

X. her glare is a head-on collision bending and snapping my spine eyes like vacant stop lights anxious to waste time red beacons in the night-- I drove home in ...

IX. Don't listen to their scolding, their arrogance or their certainty when they say they know you. That's just them clothing your bones in their own flesh and judging you ...

VIII. Perhaps we are light to the beacons of the night - cities shining and wildfires like shooting stars; you told me once, sinking your shoulders into the sand and ...

I hope you never ever ever ever get rid of this thread. Some people go back and erase the poems, I think.. but I really hope you don't, because some ...

and what good are two little piles of soot underfoot?

.roloc ni saw eh ylno ,etihw dna kcalb ni saw esle enoyreve nehw dna yad ym fo nwad eht saw eh taht mih llet ot ,wodniw sub detnit a hguorht ...

VI. (very behind and very, very busy. :/ ) she stares intently from the opposite end of the room, tapping a pen softly against her notepad and sometimes glancing at ...

V. (whooo, dominant chord) (

IV. some yucky language in here. just as a fair warning und ja. she sleeps on her couch, whimpering about the grinding in her shoulder, the aching in her feet, ...

1- Poems like the most recent one you posted usually (with a few exceptions, o'course) take me hours to write down. Days, even. And you did this in one day. ...

III. I wondered what to make of the past in the middle of a room, waltzing with a ghost; silent conversation between my eyes and whispering walls once assured me ...

II. There are moments when the light just doesn't shine, for her I asked the sun earlier that morning if maybe it could stay out just a little longer and ...

Poem tw Unfortunate. The doctor said His talk the needle; I the thread. They gather dust Upon my wall Next to the gun- I killed them all. Yeessss. :)

Not too shabby haiku is not too shabby. "These triumphs are only failures in disguise and in the end we'll rip the skin from our bones and scrub the silt ...

Oh, Seph. How I love you so. That short verse is lovely.