POETRY

35 - Martyr Rescued

How fragile is life that mine is gambled,And that yours sits numbly at my knife edge.It glides by veins like a fox through brambles,'O almost-martyr, I'll save you', I pledge....

34. Aromantic

I've brought you flowers this morning, doll-It's nothing much, just a gesture is all, It's a thought I had when I was out for a stroll...I saw them and thought...

33 - Despair

Burning despair grasps me in its gauntlet.I feel its icy touch, the harsh metal,Segmented like truth, bites me and nought butpetrified whisper can my lips settle.I can not even shiver...

32 - Wet lung

Blood in the water, Bleeding heart martyr-And those little hands that cling, dead, to sand.Bloodied hands as I tug them to harbor,They brought it on themselves, you understand.Don't think me...

31 - Vent1

Anulled from the ages.

30 - Petty verse

I feel your piercing eyes on me again..Don't worry. It's natural. I'm a friend.I mumble, 'If not now, then when-'I bite my sweating lips and resent the pen.Your looks are...