Poet Introduction I am a young poet and aspiring author. I write poems mainly, but I also work on short stories and fantasy novels. In June of 2020, I invested $300 into launching my own site to post my work to. I aim to go public soon.
Copper lay upon his closed eyes Index to bound lips A solemn shush No widow cries The morning comes and light rises all the same His legacy is carved in stone, just a name to mark a fresh grave
Subdued as a boy, now a man to avoid Haunted by stolen years he barely survived Unable to process newfound feelings Forever two steps behind and drowning To entertain an illusion of safety he must silence himself Refrain from sharing his mind and crawl back inside
Too confused to experience new senses beyond his comprehension ...
My darling rose, you’ve been a cruel lover How you ended up this way, I cannot help but to wonder You once ruled over me and shunned my words to focus on those of another The beauty I buried in proses turned into hollow noise, my verses meant nothing Love notes I penned just fell short of your glory
My darling rose, I see you now, crisp and withering I feel you dig in a slight rip in my skin Finding your thorns remains my fondest form of foreplay I trace your edges not too carefully Your submission is teasing
My heart is hidden in those walls alongside memories of the time we spent hungering for our next hit I cannot remember when our room went dim or the faucet no longer dripped Or how, below overdue bills piled on your desk I found a pink slip Our love would never be one on which stories are built But nothing will numb my sadness it just grows in place of your absence
Would he be bound to secrecy or keep telling lies? Life is absolute and to be absolved is to live in light I know my love’s way remains impure, but I can only pray for mine ...