Terminus Lest the night and what it brought on this eve I sit engaged in my toil, with ragged sleeve I wiped the moisture from my weighing brow My quell in its gest’re wrote with precise haste As the clock, my enemy drifts time now My being in candlelight’s supple grace With determined eyes looked… Continue reading terminus
Tag: brow
NIGHT WALK
He walked the streets at night, not wanting to be a part of the family to which he belonged, not wanting to belong….. The damp night air cool on his face refreshed more than his brow, it penetrated deep within him, a familiar friend, his only friend….
primera crucifera
i believe in anything that can destroy my everything i possess,that i have, that i seek,of which & what i speak
Graveyard Exit Wound (Poetic)
O woe of mine for thy skin lost A pale reminder of what mine cost Wherefore the grave beneath thee, moon? Now art my love within the tomb? Without waxen flow’r upon thy throat Nor barren loveless soul to boast
A Modern Day Tragedy
The hero, a boy of sixteen, sat in the alley by himself mid-morning just after skipping school. He had black hair, short on the sides and longer in front brushed forward and sprayed to hang over his eyes.
Ether DilEmMA
writing on my walls, the worlds scramble churning out lies for my prostate to digest my head is detaching, soaring in the clouds black clouds as i grab my hair and tear
Chaotic Kiss: Chapter 4: Foxs wearing masks
Jennifer wiped the sweat from her brow. A bad nightmare, thats all. It had been a month since she left her home, and every night it got harder.