No defrosters No space heaters No acts of pyrotechnics Can diffuse this chill Jack Frost chuckles as I trip over his icy traps
By Bryan Leeds5 years ago in Poets
The ineludible darkness inveigles itself into it's place beside me Silence takes it's vows, as if this were a marriage in tie
She rains down like sugar and lands upon my tongue She dances around my mental stage and sings a little song She could be the night for me and I could be our day
I can't bleed anymore Inside I'm no longer tainted Replaced by purity Denying Remembering the misery that you draped me in
Poem #1 I trudge through life With a battery of flashes and visions hammering me Constantly A tear in the world welcomed her
I When the bell rang six times, Wishla knew it was time. He would be coming for her, and he would be bringing everyone.
By Bryan Leeds5 years ago in Fiction
let me absorb my melancholia sink into the bliss of my wants linger on the edge of actuality embrace these feelings I call love
She struck me as a child Draped in paisley Grinning with the dawn Giggling with the dusk With her cross to bear And her Buster Browns
