Chasing the light
The mortuary culled, allowing some mourning. each scar, its own tale of war. each tear, my own hail of tar. every morning i awaken, open my eyes. every adorning i partake in, pen my haze. to realize the truth, our calling.
A Lonely Dove
Mist with its evil fist it attacks with an art that strikes the heart i hide from love like a wounded dove love is not my friend to me i wish it would let me be i am alone - on my own i am a rose hidden by the thorn and there i mourn
Untitled Poem
A moment more and then the day is gone, in evening grey, we mourn the vanished dawn, and so on, maybe waiting for someone to come drag us back to where we belong.
"Something Rises in the Morning"
And when i'm mourning on early mornings when i must open my weary eyes, something greets me, and it restores me, and it reminds me that i've survived. i miss you, old friend...
Lonely Dinner (Otherwise Untitled)
At a tempo he'd never prepared for he managed to bury a father and mourn over his mother's ashes. the weight and absences of it all were creeping into his realization, standing in a kitchen as alone as he felt.
Haunted
Felt long after death, i'll mourn the lose of her. if only....fear didnt keep us apart. if only fear of living didnt torture me. if only i'd known.
Steven and Amethyst: Addendum
All the gods mourned the death of steven, who only hades had now. "my ambitions are endless. none of this world can stop me."
The Skin Cycle V: Stray Stars
I was made to see the stars glow cold last night, in sync, with a distant wolf's mourning howl-- walking home with the nightwind at my back.
An Ire to Inspire
#10 of poetry this is what happens when a snowmew gets bored in his pursuit of inspiration it turns out enjoy ^^ i find myself sitting at my desk this monday morning but yet i find myself in near abject mourning for within my agenda today i have chose
Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 7
I lowered my own hands to undo the man's pants, who tried to jump back in shock, but the murderer boy grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arms to hook over the mourning man's. i continued to undo his buckles and my own.
Gates to Misery CH: 4
mourning came again and swanna came up with fresh food. she didn't say anything this time. she placed the food on the table, looked at me for a few seconds and left.she must have figured out that talking to me wasn't going to help.
Unstable Future - Epilogue
Most of them thought it was just me mourning larry's death. it was today, three years ago, that we had first met. i was one of few that knew what was really happening.