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Take Out

Can I have the moon to go? Dimly lit chamber holds the soul Empty appetite leaves one whole Gaze into the stars With less luster than her eyes Admire from afar Feel further than the sky is A smile is Sweet temperament Bitter torment Curt silence Cute demeanor A seance […]

Night Mare

The eyeless visionaries with dreams to disseminate  When malice grips the heart it becomes a dark horse Sight becomes marred as the dirt kicks up Steam will exit the equine  Short bursts of passion spurring forward Until the marrow too runs dry  When the sweet delight of high raised cheekbones […]

Tapas and Wine

We were laughing “Tapas” What was it that we found so funny about that word I wonder now as I lay by our favorite window seat The rain tapping at the window As if someone is calling to me From somewhere far off Splaying along the translucency Like fingers spreading […]

First Love

Never the same Quintessence  Paradigm blame  Lost ignited flame The lessons Pleasures and sundries Now none to me What comes to be My belief I reached for you a many after You can never forget your first love Silk smiles tighten the matter Gray hairs grow with wrinkles of laughter […]

One Wrong is no Right

It was wrong of me but the only right thing to do As the red in your cheeks turned to pure porcelain  What else could I do but hold a hand to them as the color drained The warmth of your skin fled till only cold remained The purse of […]

Afterthought

What was it in my dreaming Seeing Farewells final; waving hands Weaving The motions of black and white film grain meander The entities of my soul become indicators of my beings Why so many? I wonder are broken hearts bleeding Leaking memories of times we forgot A broken hourglass our […]

From: You

The gone but not forgotten æther of your being hanging like fruit in the skies Sunsets; closing the rays of your breath I miss The tarnished; mania succumbs not in My heart pining, droning sounds of a star’s demise Falling stars with wishes that die in words, this— Sinking feeling; […]

Unforgettable

Little whispers in my ears Echo bidirectionally In and out The words of my worst fears As though a reflection of me Shows my doubt In what is real and make believe Followed, running, panicked Wallowed, saddenning, manic These voices of yours, they never leave © The Sad Owl