poetry time
insomnia and typing...
a mind is a terrible thing.
but here's some poetry anyways.
the muse -
The hour of the wolf has come,
and the muse rides me like a demented victorian faerie.
twisting the knife in my heart.
mixed pain and blood runs down my arms.
the drops of blood sounding like the click-clacking of a keyboard...
on distance-
space. quiet time. time to be alone. time to take of the masks I'm not even aware I'm wearing. time to be alone. time to relax.
time I take so I can apreciate you with all my heart.
the lj cycle-
screw it!
my place.
my space.
my thoughts.
"what happens when someone else reads it?"
who cares anymore?!
"what if someone complaines/gets offended/ doesn't like what they see?"
mixed emotions about that one.
back off.
edit what you say.
don't post.
but it is My Journal!
return to top.
a mind is a terrible thing.
but here's some poetry anyways.
the muse -
The hour of the wolf has come,
and the muse rides me like a demented victorian faerie.
twisting the knife in my heart.
mixed pain and blood runs down my arms.
the drops of blood sounding like the click-clacking of a keyboard...
on distance-
space. quiet time. time to be alone. time to take of the masks I'm not even aware I'm wearing. time to be alone. time to relax.
time I take so I can apreciate you with all my heart.
the lj cycle-
screw it!
my place.
my space.
my thoughts.
"what happens when someone else reads it?"
who cares anymore?!
"what if someone complaines/gets offended/ doesn't like what they see?"
mixed emotions about that one.
back off.
edit what you say.
don't post.
but it is My Journal!
return to top.