This Old tree

Holds at the center, a tavern

It’s branches ringed

Like Uranus and Saturn

Bruised and battered

Tattered and old

But boisterous and large

A presence so bold

In the tavern sits

Ravenous beasts

That drink and feast

And care in the least

But every so often

Comes a bard

Who tells promiscuous stories

Of adventures a-far

That he reads from his books

Mysterious texts

The drin...

Her eyes bled into mine, the way syrup bubbles into submission on a scalding fry pan

The way she walked was a hypnotist’s pocket watch

A stature only hypothetical, anthetical to anything else I’ve found in life

Nothing made sense the way she does, I mean

When I approached her nothing changed, no predilection became void, I only watched with eyes outside of myself as I melted into something n...

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Sickly I sit

On the prose pole

2 clicks left

Yellow moon

Rose gold

Quickly I shift

Cold tounge

Apprehensive

Exchanging lives

Love letters

Through electric fences

A waxing crescent

Dripping candle

First quarter of may

A landris candid

Completion dismay

Completely dismissed

On the the corner of this letter

That may spell out the shift

_Compl...

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A person on their deathbed is pelted by a faulty ventilator, dripping water onto their forehead when they try to sleep

Each time the water hits them, however, the receive a memory of their life

Is it good or bad? Is it regret or contentment?

Up to you!...

Heartbreak

The same devil, different story

Log 1:

The patient today seems pretty alright, granted everything that occurred yesterday. I’ve noticed some fidgeting behaviors that in other context seems pretty normal

I’ll keep that in mind for the future

So Iregardless, we will continue with the same dosages for the next two weeks on a trial

Period

**If all goes well the p...

Stars and light kiss the sky, twinkle, wink

An apple falls.

A swooning pair of love- struck dancers

Sorely bored bachelors across the ball

Suave ornate threads, royalty imagined in dress

But a man’s loose pants fall below his draws

A starrid adventurer battles a tyrant adversary

But cries wounds to a disheveled apothecary

Spread tall tales on tall teeters of mead and beer

Spread thick syr...

Curse thy name

An olden phrase

Emboldened by time

Folded in grace

Kept in the pockets

Of those with shame

To read aloud

In a lonely space

Place the pin on regrets

Place the pin on shame

Let the blood drip from veins

And redden your face

Let it be thrill for your fear

Be a frill for suffering

Let it live in negative space

When the brain starts buffering

Let it be the crutch

When lif...

A grandfather and his grandson were talking one night, the grandfather sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs folded over the side, planted on the floor flat and gently.

The grandson was tucked between sheets, lazily folded over for maximum comfort, to the grandfathers confusion

This was an awfully, particularly restless night because there was nothing particular about the day at all.

No ...