It’s late, love

It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.

Assassin/Candle Castle Crown

Buy my price, point my blade, Under cover of stars I Reap souls, steal them from the Night. — Take these coins, assassin–avenge my Home, my Isolated throne, thieves have Stolen all I own. — Claim me and I’ll cauterize these wicked villains, I’ll feed on your vengeance, Tell me, princess, will you–for queen andContinue reading “Assassin/Candle Castle Crown”

Found this Song at 2 am

fun facts: I’ve cried to this twice already. Ren’s medical life up to this point includes buzzwords like “misdiagnosis,” “Lyme disease,” and “psychosis.” You can find his website here While researching this song, I found this article which seems to think the root cause of all mental health challenges is the devil? They missed theContinue reading “Found this Song at 2 am”

Do you sleep with the lantern on?

You write by lantern light late at night no clock to tell the time. — It’s so quiet, the buzzing in the walls has died. — the lamps across the street are on. So I think we will be okay, won’t be stranded on our remote-less island for too long. — Youtube addiction? Nah, it’sContinue reading “Do you sleep with the lantern on?”

Follow Me to the Hollow

Follow me to the hollow in the wood where we could talk until dawn. Run unto the sun inside our galaxy where we could be free. Chase me to the place under the sea, I ever ask you to be true. — Take me to the wilds, our picnic place on Pluto, the mushrooms inContinue reading “Follow Me to the Hollow”

Another For a Balm

Another night of feeling sad, another poem for a balm– like showering each day, I run these words as soap over the sorrow of my soul and the clean scent makes it all better for a little while. *** I’ve been listening to Kate Bush a lot recently, and this song has perfect winter vibes.Continue reading “Another For a Balm”

In the Barrow Den

They gnaw not the bones of marrow, for the wolves run tomorrow. Knot the knobs of Nottingham with red tape, the full moon’s crimson tonight and the werewolves are stalking out of spite royal delicacies rich royals on knees too weak to flee– gnaw not at the knots of fraying nerves, they won’t save you,Continue reading “In the Barrow Den”