Category: poem

Regular

I II

a feeling of triumph rested

upon my shoulders

as I handed in the final

documents,

the coup de grâce,

ending an old war that echoed

through my bones

for centuries

I wanted nothing more than

respite to heal

from these rosy tattoos around

my arms and head.

Regular

three lines

I got

56 people

in my fucking lane.

she II

the smell of autumn lingered

on her fingertips

as she wandered around the

maples that welcomed her like

a queen

the feeling of home sat on her lips

like cookie crumbs

it was a return to serenity,

her solace

beneath the starry night.

I

I something forget

about the war that is beyond

our reach

it feels like a dream

wrapped around a nightmare

this war against the

colossus,

the pale avarice living 

among us.

Regular

three lines

Is it due today?

Yeah

Fuck.

TL

that’s not logical

well excuse you Spock.

she

for someone with hardly

a voice,

she spoke loudly against the powerful

who told her to keep quiet

about a heinous

crime

that lurked beneath the membrane

of this golden society,

a defiance born from love,

blossoming as others shared their

stories.

Regular

you

you always told me how I was

destined to be king

but I saw something else beneath

the gilded crown,

a warm, but distant soul

who hungered for even more

despite the circle that rested above

I found myself stained with the guilt of

betraying my family

and it never left my mind like the words

of my friend who loved me

and my flaws.

Regular

autumn VI

autumn contemporary

stirring beneath my anxious toes

a deep breath cuts the spell,

evaporating as I go.

Regular

archmage

spellbinding circles

drift away from the ivory

as they fell upon a traveller

lost in serenity.