Song of Ophelia

— In the chimeric awning of dusk The sky betrays it’s hesitance to dim Merely a merciless dome Doused in the hyperbole of saccharine clouds As an eerie stillness descends Upon the river’s edge Ophelia reclines Unseen among a luster of reeds Reticent as a solitary pearl earring Or a cameo broach, that breathes She […]

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The Faux is my Foe

I wander the wreckage aimless In my pointless annoyance I traverse, I glance, I coalesce Beneath a sky plotted meticulously In a cemetery of stars and power lines I retrace the path, I count the miles I stand before a door that I abhor Pouring my fool heart out It guards the de facto of […]

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The Truth

In the deep velvet absence of discernible solace, I sat alone, unrecognizable to even myself, on an otherwise mundane Sunday evening. The pile of laundry stacked half way to the ceiling left untouched. The chair that held me was terribly unsure what to do with me. It wanted to seem kind but secretly hoped to […]

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