A spider lives on the moon

A spider lives on the moon. She spins a web between the stars, Weaving lines of silk against a dark, summer sky, Like spirals of beautiful things cast around the world, To catch the lost souls left wandering through the night. A spider lives on the moon, And I think she's lonely; Lonely up there…

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My world is made of paper

My world is made of paper, A drop of ink for a soul, An ocean lies within my heart; Waves of words to make me whole.

Dove-Feathered Raven

You'd be a fool to think Heaven and I are close. I may be one Hell of an angel, But don't let these white wings fool you- I am but a dove-feathered raven Flying far from grace.

Pleasantly Haunting

This place is full of ghosts. They exist in the gloomy light of Corpse-coloured candles In those dark cottage walls, Lingering with a ghoulish fondness. I find myself drawn to remain also. Perhaps these melancholy ruins offer More than fear; They invite somber reflections- Reflections of the living as well as the dead- And I…

I’m living

I'm living? ...I must be, I remember you.

Lights

Left only in the company Of slithers of light along the wall, Drawing harsh, poetic lines Across my work. What happened to the day? At what point did the sun give in Laying waste to all I’ve written? What happened to my words? When did they too, abandon me Leaving me like a shadow in…