poetry

Call me an angel

Call me an angel  So I may pray for acid rain.  I’ll pray for oceans   To run with blood,  Or the sun to turn to ash.  I dare say it doesn’t matter how,  Just let the great scythe come.  Let it sweep through our wasteland  And leave us with nothing but  The embers of an old… Continue reading Call me an angel

On Writing · poetry

oh, honey

Oh, honey, There's no need to throw Your concern around like A balloon in the wind, Just constantly wafting around my head. I'm fine! I would not be so vain To write everything about me; And I would not be so Un-artful To only take inspiration from That which is closest to me.