Diary of a madmanEver had something to say
just couldn't find a way
hoped there may come a day
when they won't be calling you insane?
Did you ever think
equations were supposed to mean?
he then at last descend on Earth
the child who explored the Cosmos
wanted to speak and no one listened
The kid died.
What are words without a meaning?
just as me
"insane" they cry
what's wrong with me?
"your head's an empty carcass"
I guess that should be
wanted to speak
she wanted to listen
never said a thing
Eventually I'll wither
and she'll keep shining
I'll see her again
"insane" they cry
my words are lacking meaning
just as me
she is my light and love
only I can fathom her beauty
Why do I talk if no one understands?
I hate diaries.
Hades and PersephoneA Hades in his own right
lonely and his nights were cold
though the friends of his childhood
kept careful watch o'er his treasures untold,
He found a maiden peaceful there
among the thick rich greens
and tempted her with flowers and jewels
and took her as though a fiend,
She withered in his castle
no light for her hair to glisten
but unlike the evil he so stood reflected
he took heart and stopped to listen,
He sent her back to home and heart
though she took his own in her hand
and once a year returned whistfully
to set a wint'ry glow about his land.
for a little while longermy blood does not settle as quickly
as it used to,
and my veins are uprooted
from the rot.
i do not know you well enough
to judge, but these rhythmic apologies
pulse and lay down instead.
i am fading,
and these speeches are drained
now, slow burning on my bruises,
twinkling in white noise,
and drying out in the frosty sun.
i feel frozen too.
i no longer find myself
a fixture in your white walls,
but i'm too scared,
i'm too scared
to find something everlasting outside.
i'd like to be still.
i'd rather be dead in the water,
dipping in blood.
dark enters and refuses to leave
until it finds something it wants:
but this world was never mine to give.
my only dedication now is leaving.
i am fainter than the sum
of your lights and i cannot panic more;
i'd like to forgive
i'd like to forget
i'd like to find all the intricacies of you
and tie them into mine --
stay with me,
at least for a little while longer
before i am an end
and you become a beginning,
a beginning f
Dear LostDear Lost,
Hello. I've likely not met you in reality before, but
I can assure you that we have more than a few
things in common. Maybe you like to sleep with the
window open. Maybe you like to carry a wallet in
your side pocket instead of the back. Or maybe
you walk down the stairs with your feet poised to
either side instead of straight, rigid motions. There's
more, I'm sure of it.
But we both are our own person. It's plausible to say
there's much more which keeps us distinct than loop
us together. And I'm fine with that. Maybe you single-
knot your shoelaces while I double-knot mine, or you
find a cup of tea much more enjoyable when you're
alone, with a good book in hand. Or maybe you think
the stars are just wispy balls of gas, whereas I find a
bubble of solace whenever I see the hearty light.
I think I can trust you with a secret. My grandmother
passed away a while back, and I can't remember e