What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Monday, October 24, 2016
MUDDLED
Some cold, drowsy mornings
Awaken a sense of loss
Misplacing something vital, but
Je ne sais quoi
Absent-minded mornings
Blurring light and sleep
When I cannot recall if
I dreamt of you last night
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spellbound <3
spellbound!!
:)
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