Based off a prompt: you live in a universe where if someone offers you a penny, you have to give out your thoughts, no matter how reluctant… Read more “A Penny for your thoughts.”
Why does the night rob me of my tales?
Why do words trip my poetry?
Empty papers yearn for me, oh Potente of the times, let me live my words and tell my stories.
What else do I have?
I have an inkling that if you do exist,
you’ll be a meliorist winter storm,
an obscure stonewalled church,
a reflective forest silence,
the most seductive harmony,
that would unassumingly and effortlessly tie my world together.
I couldn’t tell you when the day faded, I couldn’t tell you when the dark intensified, I couldn’t explain why I didn’t look for the stars, I… Read more “The Path To Happiness”
December was always there to tether her soul home.
Even when the the silver white winters melted into spring,
December still held all her favorite things.
And one day, you would have run your life’s race.
You would have crossed every flag point civilization set up on its way.
But you still wouldn’t know the answer to the most primitive of questions:
‘Who Am I?’
Did it frighten you, Mon Amour?
The darkness that blinds?
The aisles of thorns?
The dull blows spreading from the pits of your soul?
The voices and words that chorus your funeral?
Did you know that the Pope was against Harry Potter?
Did you know Rowling was denied The Medal Of Freedom by the Bush Administration because the books commended witchcraft?
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