Poems from tmogborn
The men march on ceaselessly into battle;Rifles strapped,Boots cleaned meticulously,Trained for the unknown war.
The ship's sails shine on...
A candle is lit in the windowA year after the darkest of daysEvery song played upon the radioTorments the soul in the saddest of ways.
The...
I find myselfIn cafes and wine barsFilling my nose withNot grape and grinds,But melancholy and bitter,Or is it sweet and lively?The moon...
Nothing.
That’s all I feel anymore.
Just blank pages.
Blank faces.
Blank canvases.
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.
All I hear is static.
Static...
She is 3:00 am.
Dark, and quiet, and lonely.
She is the moon in December.
Dim, and cold, and small.
She is the rain on a Monday.
Exhausted...