I didn’t want to know it anymore.
Tag: Micropoetry
i hid from you all.
the perfume asleep, having flowers to cease as i now subsume tragedy beyond the wisp of her lips phantasmagorical stillness yet adorns to me her eyes of stone.
the dying game.
I sit alone; I was tired of my penetralium and id frozen in aureoled chokes, harassing me to the shadows
silhouetted.
I pick the miracle of solitude pushing myself away from others; the garden feels my shame
moon stunt rain.
no one can get me no one can be the thief but the moon
glasspetals.
glasspetals are fingers in the moonrise and sun-veins
lies.
for the stars i lie diminish i see the moon fled the rain, death poising swiftly, & unspeaking
hang a tree.
a seed wasted as a poet hangs a tree was it me I don’t know
no more.
i will let your name climb upon my body and head until i am no more.
petaled, like the moon.
Fire flowers curl their toes under the snakes in my chest “petaled girl” for eyes and their liars
seafarer.
I’ve lived on the leafstalk and moon-groves, before I peeled back my mind
spinning.
I spin upon the lapis sea, a fool a vulturous moon which a woman bruits her blood and lips
a daughter starless.
A sun recoils to the grown tree climbing my skin, then vanishing between the moon and death’s stigmata
moonglow.
Swaying in cool roots of white, I feed the earth from my hands and bones; the moonglow
This night.
summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might
in the woodland.
Wrist in the woodland dying alone in marcescence
I left.
Left like the waves to death alone
“Truth” by ShaePoems.
Love; hate, lies go both ways.
“At that moment” by ShaePoems.
At that moment the world seemed to fit a glimpse of your eyes. Your embrace is my gravity.
“Interest Paid on Trouble” by Don Matthews.
Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay
Pseudopsychosis. 