Done
I am done being a lamb to your slaughter.
Tired of once more being willingly offered,
Weakness embodied, devotion
I thought I was owing… Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Closure”
Done
I am done being a lamb to your slaughter.
Tired of once more being willingly offered,
Weakness embodied, devotion
I thought I was owing… Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Closure”
Fallen like acid rain,
Burning instead of cleansing.
All I want is my sins absolved away:
Tell me it’s okay to feel this way. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #41: Fallen”
I know what you’re thinking:
That I’m hiding,
In these dusty old books of mine.
Don’t you know you’re always on my mind?
I’m in here trying to find,
The right words to recite to you. Continue reading “Color Schemes – All My Words Are Lost At Sea”
Gutted
Love is just like any other domesticated pet-
If it isn’t fed, it will waste away
To nothing. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing: Unreciprocated”
I am not so strong as to be glad of my sufferings,
And yet not so weak as to wish them forgotten. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Sufferings”
Heaven’s Devils
“This isn’t what we do. It’s not about hatred or about death or about any of the trivial reasons the biased media is painting it around. Don’t let them twist the mission.”
“Them? This isn’t about some vague all powerful ‘them’, this is about me. About us and what we’re trying to accomplish here. We’re supposed to be sending a message to a group of people too comfortable and arrogant to read it. There’s only one choice left.” She punches downward to accentuate her point with the cracking of fist-on-desk violence. Or maybe just to stop herself from hitting me. Continue reading “Free Verse – Challenge Call Response – JG”
So this is totally not what I had scheduled for today, but with all the reflection and sadness of yesterday it felt wrong to post something melancholy and brooding. Thus: this kinda tentatively hopeful poem.
Grasp my hand
And lift me up
To your heavens
So I can be closer
To the closest path
To perfection Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #44: Lift”
Unity in pain
Time passed, we revert back
Nothing’s forever Continue reading “Haiku Sunday – Unity – JG”
By vilifying love; calling it sinful, evil, wrong
You take away something that belongs.
Something this world needs.
Desperately.
This world already in the negative –
Can it afford to lose even more?
And worse, the source of your final verdict? Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – In The Negative”
The Summer Sway
I have faith in the way the wind blows
Softly steering us in the right direction –
Kind caresses nudging where to go. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Faith”