My Poetry
This is where all my original poems live. These are written at pure random, and whenever I'm inspired. I'm not a taught or skilled poet at all, I just do these for the fun of it. Each poem also comes with its own description, as I like to explain things a lot.
Perfect Blue
There is a period nestled within the night
A time when time falls apart
When every thing glows
A cyanotype work of art
Every living being who remains awake to witness
Transforms anew
Silver spectres in the perfect blue
White Monks of the Soil
When the hallowed grounds plunge into dusk,
the Pale Acolytes rise from a bacterial slumber
Milky legs splay out in a greeting of thousands
Beady black eyes shine wide
Pronged tails flicker in the damp air,
of the glass temple they dwell inside
Upon an altar of rot
To a god of fungal decay
The white monks of the soil begin to pray
September Spell
One of my few tethers to the human kind,
a grounding point for the psychotic mind,
is when the clock hands strike midnight,
and September arrives
The sensations fall upon me as a sparkling sheet
Of auburn leaves that crunch beneath the feet
Glistening conker shells rocked gently from the trees;
by the longed-for kiss of the autumn breeze
The days that flicker like the dying flames,
of candles that have burned for too long
The touch of a warm darkness profound
Without fail, each time, I am left
spellbound
Wardian Man
He arrives from the shining darkness,
cloaked in a circling eclipse of moths
They crawl on his antique coat.
As they sing their silent psalm,
their unholy idol reaches with a gloved palm
Amongst dust and floral smells unknown
Hundreds of night angels
spew from his sleeve alone
He casts his glittering gaze into mine,
eyes preserved through the tides of time
The living wardian case
That still teems with exotic flowers
Eternally perpetuating,
with blood as its water
Masochism and mystique
The thoughts with infinite ways to speak
As numerous as the songbirds
In the twilight's peak
Cotard Delusion
Crazed eyes pierce through the starry seam
This reality lies in tatters, and all that remains
is a deathly dream
Dark Angel
I beseech you, oh Dark Angel of the Pool
Lady of the black lake
Of all things fair and cruel
Oh dancer within the darkness
Climb down from the top of your tenebrous tower
And take myself into you
So I can blossom as an umbral flower
Make me what you are
A being stunning and stark
A speaker of the void
An archangel of the Dark
Lover in the Sky | 25/01/25
A union across heaven and earth struck these grounds
Here a red fox was spared from the hounds
With a coat the colour of amethysts
and stars blazoned across its fur,
like gems on a king's crown
The Pantheon parted the clouds
To cast the hounds and men down
Beyond the hound mouths that ached for blood
The wolves and bears, larger beasts of prey
The men with faces that snarled in their own way,
the teeth they shot from their paws,
or the wide foot beasts that screamed and leaped
and brought forth the hounds
Beyond the dens teeming with kits and
Bitch foxes laden with milk
Beyond even the mortal veil and the
fungal rebirth there after
This fox was chosen for the stars
To do what a fox would do
If it could choose for itself
And if nothing else mattered
To run free and to run high
with its Lover in the Sky