Tag: melancholia

  • lost for

    i am lost and
    i need to get
    more lost to see
    a way through
    for the forest and
    also the trees

    on a long and
    winding road
    is where silence
    begins

  • burning acres

    Photo by Andreas Haslinger on Unsplash
    only ever illusion
    seclusion the only
    solution to retain
    a sanity amongst
    all the confusion
    burning acres of
    this heart, if one
    might be found...

  • regret in rear

    regret the mirror ugly
    spider cracked look back
    past pig gaping jaw
    to claw that face off
    fade skies out black
    we break everything
    until there is only empty

  • aches

    planting tree day and
    under fingernail clay
    exhausted, sore and
    i wish she was here
    to massage the
    heartache away

  • ever troll

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    ever too troll
    lumbering through
    knuckle rawbone
    dragging the room
    seeking to stone
    the sunlit rooms 
    ever nothing troll
    to you

  • returning

    Photo by Abishek on Unsplash
    leaden where laying
    chill water, now, chill water
    flow over falling
    crossed arm lake returning
    rest head stone in slumber
    until the next call

  • betweening

    Photo by Dana on Unsplash
    longing's curse,
    a burden without end
    between languish & lassitude
    memories to ribbon remains
    between lovers & friends

  • puzzle girl

    reflection of woman s eye on broken mirror
    Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com
    i puzzle am girl 
    jigsaw & ways
    i sevenyear shattered
    mask me pierced

    cards they wrong
    in draw of me
    twisted & ways
    i puzzle girl me

  • everfade

    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    i everfade falling
    behind and unreal
    wept unseen
    the fogs now
    consume me whole

  • to ash, to wind

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    petals fall from heaven
    a rain in crimson
    we each carry thorn
    scratched grey of flint

    loss given to tristesse
    eyes given to cinereal
    as pussy willow given
    to ash, then to wind

    lone cry in the woods
    as to gloaming begins