Something stolen, wanted stealing,
Fired in a furnaced feeling
Compliments to detriments and
Things distasteful now appealingMovement hesitant at first
Temeritous and brave it bursts
And fears of tears and other years
Challenged now to do their worstConfessions flash prevarications
Take on all sweet complications
Breathe, pause, pulse and back again
To play out all the variationsThey thought this, and he thought they
Such forests where we lose our way
Now love, now lost, now shadow play
And strangers do our hearts convey
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Poems for Morbid Children
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...