I am possessed. Hauntingly, Beautifully Possessed...
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
Home was a Meadow
Home was a meadow. It was running away, grass between my toes...
Some Old Lover’s Ghost
Oh, I long to talk to some old lover's ghost, To learn a little bit of what it's like to fly with angels, So in love you think you see Heaven. Oh, how I wish to see looks of love and malice- So twisted and rotten that I can no longer tell the difference- Hatred… Continue reading Some Old Lover’s Ghost
postcards from tilburg
You'll find me by the canal, or perched on the balcony- Odd socks swinging four stories up, Or bare toes tracing water- een bier in my hand, just window shopping the world.
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.
clocks can tick away the days
Clocks can tick away the days but we'll be too busy laughing away our years to watch the time. It can try to threaten us with an ending, but we know it will be happily ever after.
yes, this one’s sarcasm too
Excuse me, but the sun is sinking and I must bid you farewell And crawl back into my cave Of parchment and torment; The walls are covered in the Graffiti of my innermost Desires and regrets, And every night I lie surrounded, Reading and re-reading Every terrible line, Every spelling mistake And bad punctuation. It's… Continue reading yes, this one’s sarcasm too
frayed around the edges
I can see clouds in the sky... They're shaped like me and you; Frayed around the edges and slowly drifting apart.
dear diary III
Dear Diary, Someone else mentioned they'd Read my poem today. It made me happy that they'd taken The time to do so. But then, They did not tell me what they thought- Not even a simple compliment. No, They asked me if I was ok ...