Posts
-
“You’re So Mature.”
Most adults think I’m ‘mature’ for my age.
They say it like it’s some reward,
like I’ll get a Medal of Honor for being so mature
for the very little years I’ve spent on this planet, I call home. -
????
Will the wind blow away your love?
Will you fall away from what you love the most?
Like the autumn leaves?
Will you say your gentle goodbyes?
Like flying geese?
Are you going to sugar coat all that you do? -
Shooting Stars
As a child,
deep within my restless nights,
I'd sit by my window,
and hope for a shooting star.
The star that could grant any wish I had.
I would mistake a satellite
for a shooting star,
and wish for something small. -
The willows
I long for that warm feeling,
but not in the form I already know.
I am well versed in its song,
full of unspoken lyrics
I know by heart,
the words are engraved in my head.
I long for the song of the Willow Tree, -
The Little Things I Favor
I love the feeling of a rainy day,
when the air is frigid,
and everything feels gloomy.
I love sitting next to the bay,
listening to the waves crash against the shore,
as I read in the cool shade, on the sand. -
Nonsense?
If the stars could guide me
away from this sea,
I would follow them gratefully.
I would use the sky as a map.
Not worrying if it's a trap,
The stars are my guide, after all.
And they will not fall
Loves
-
-
XI.XIX - IX.XIII
I was born a star and raised to be dark matter.
Love the black holes from which I am close.
Glitched and out of touch, expansive dust.
Vastness and void of life, of a tender body.
Orbiting the world like the infinite ouroboros. -
-
Hecate
Hecate, my goddess.
She reigns over crossroads, magic, witchcraft.
Some say the night, the moon, the doorways are her domain.Hecate, triple goddess,
Maiden, Mother, Crone. -
child of darkness, of night, of Nyx
the night rules this land,
forever.
most creatures die of fright and want of light,
but not the girl.the name the darkness gave her: Ciaran.
the wind whispers, "child of darkness, Ciaran her name,"
-
