Tag: melancholia

  • spades

    discomfiture worn like
    a tight timed test with
    each drowning breath
    slipping under regret

    there is already
    hell being paid in
    spades and forgotten
    fading memories
    coming undone
    a thread unspooling
    into the setting sun

    it is no less than
    everything deserved

  • well deep unwrought

    i well deep this in
    unwrought stone
    grow moss long
    at evergloam
    naught but echo
    keening of mouth
    howling of heart
    brittle, broken,
    ravaged & worn
    here of my well deep
    in unwrought stone

  • thin step away

    thin step away
    past all echoes and
    unmoor the long
    drag of scrapenail
    to open a sutured
    self up and

    good the bye

  • wearing masks

    must hide these scars and
    not give my crimson ley away
    so i can pick at each until
    they can bleed again tonight.

  • shards, iv

    these steel cut shores
    carved in black sand
    whisper hush of tides
    and heavy of storms.

    'black rain comes.'
    more slight than whisper,
    more ragged than thorn.

    hand grasps of hand,
    lingers as wraiths
    for which are known.

  • the hanging man

    it is passing strange
    how a turn of word
    tugs at puppet strings
    whereas an elegant mask
    might only hang

    it is always the
    whispered words
    with the most draw
    as we dance at
    the edge of a tether
    aching for more

  • night train

    scratches stand testament
    to an erosion of caring

    transients in many lives
    only too happy to cast scars
    before they hop aboard
    the next night train
    heading out towards the stars

  • break the wheel

    asking earth to embrace
    bone, blood and
    drink flesh to drunk

    give eyes blind to stone 
    to a cairn of song
    give all to ash and acorn

    break the wheel and
    scatter it all

  • All that remain

    There are times that there is only empty. You could not understand.

    Everything ash. Everything dust. You could not understand.

    I am weary of silence, but there is no mouth with which to speak to the missing ears which could never hear. You could not understand.

    Rivers run my blood in tears from void for eyes, screaming blind. You could not understand.

    This is a limbo, something you could never understand.

    Piercing pinions stretched for all the night. You could not understand.

    That I miss your lips and their wine… You could not understand.

    Ribbons are all that remain.

  • rocking again;

    unpluck the glass shards
    that dog these fingerbones
    let them crunch & grind

    all words fell deaf to ears
    all in the along, perhaps
    needles will let ears feel

    surrendering,
    i climb to wain slumbers
    giving over to rocking again