a perplexed sleep is blushed and dressed with
affection.
only to be disturbed by a cold entangled night,
oh, how should the weak light gather amongst the
grey stained glass;
licking the isolated outcast.
you know how strange it can be.
yet you paralyze yourself amongst
defined thoughts,
terrified of the feigned resolutions,
chased by caricatures.
Unable to hear the distant murmurs
the light's story and glory rings!
gathering the tide of a great body;
embedded to sing for the chorus,
still upon its reign.
The soft downpour;
Splattered, like a blowing train;
at night the drains remain,
dear, preach upon the pain,
let the strange one set thou free, for a remain.
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collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
