Trapped between worlds
ecstatic to the moment’s oblivion, / with many a play to nirvana’s infatuation, / dark these desires may be, / but an ephemeral notion so he…
take part in my dark desires lol
she was born in her own dreams…
o3.3o.2oo9 .
The new day comes on feet of gold, / now severed from the nights dark hold, / it shines for all the world to see, / while one side breaks th…
A poem of the dawning of a new day, with no mistakes in it. I needed to hear this myself today…so thought someone else might need to hear it, too. Everyone has days where they don’t like themselves, but the new day always comes, ready to begin anew, bringing another chance for salvation and light.
slipping into dream / we go to the dark gods
Written 29 July 2009.
To shine upon the frozen grass as sun / allowing all the years of hurt to thaw, / while running ‘long the line, I bid to shun / the gifts of…
I wrote this months ago, but am needing to hear it again today. Maybe someone else may as well. :) This is a poem about self-absorbtion, and how the dark of sinking within the self only breeds more darkness and loss, not allowing for the light to come and shine upon you.
*_an unintelligible world devoid of God / curiosity killed the cat / ‘search me’ / with a gesture of despair / cut a tooth / ‘This sickness …
FEATURED BY FEMININE INTENT -25/08/09
i put my hand – on the clock face; / feel it tick past – the Small Hours / shudder – gently at the passing – of Time / cutting Life – into …
for emily dickinson and john milton. they shut you up in prose and darkness… / jordan busson. 24 august 2009.
too long have i let silence into my heart / too long has it dwelt in its dark and narrow house
i think most people will be able to relate to this, each in their own and personal way. / too often we let silence into our hearts, when we should be letting our voice free. / too often we hide our own light, so that the light of others may shine brighter, not considering our own loss. we all have talents. we all have voices. / now we must take that step forward into the light, and show the world that we all have a voice. / 27 august 2009.
Under cover of darkness the packs’ journey loudly calls / howling in the moonlight, while She-Wolf magic enthralls A clan of protection…
Inspired by Earthmonster’s image and a collaboration unfolds… Dances with Wolves
I scratched my name out of my tombstone
I felt like I was writing something similar to Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” (if you’ve read it before, you’ll know what I mean) / Our family’s truth is not our own. At least not entirely. I believe I’ve broken the family tradition.
Can you see that? It’s right there at the heart / of my own understanding, / jagged and raised, / like a dusty gravel road / white like…
For Sweet Cassidy / and everyone of us who bare their scars to healing; themselves, and others. / love you Cassidy!
I am asleep, / always just past the door of here / but awake / at any knock. I am naked, / a diagonal butterfly, / directions unknown. / ...
The theif of eyes, come to steal the missing piece from those who live between dreams.
Emaciated masses messing with minds, / controlling and needling needy hearts / into numb necrophilia, / by way of mangled / cordial nuance / ...
Dusk brings ghosts on gauzy breezes / setting fire to the night, / their shifting eyes, or so it seems / electrified with second sight ...
A poem i wrote almost 2 years ago…posted for Halloween, and for the watcher from the midnight trees…
I never should have handed you / my pretty pink ballet slippers. They had hung off the edge of my bed / for as long as I can remember, / ...
having a relationship with someone with mental illness can be very taxing. This is just a vent on being the one trying to interact with the one suffering from depression and/or bi-polar disorder. / It is so hard trying to balance the want to be with someone who is not there much of them time…wanting to love them, wanting them there...and the plain, hard fact that they cannot be alot of the time due to their illness – medication or not.
kiss me in that dark of time / that lies between thought’s waking / and the soul’s ascension / to dream
Engel!: Es wäre ein Platz, den wir nicht wissen… written during my maths final. / jordan busson. 13 november 2009. add elucidate on: /
let go of my hands / i can’t touch the stars / when you hold so tight! / these 4 mile tethers / attached to your dreams are choking me; / e…
stream of consciousness deminished hexaverse.
sometimes / I am / a deep well / of darkness
I wake / an earthquake / in the rain; / a sacrificial lamb of light / followed by a dream… *The power and the glory, / forever and ever, ...
This is a true story. / This was a very vivid nightmare (or rather, one of my “dreamalities” as I have dubbed them, where the dream is real; a lucid dream in which both my subconscious and conscious came to the late-night party.) / anyway… / before the black-robed devil’s; the minions of The Black-maker (my also dubbed eveil step-father…who i could feel in the background, behind it all) dragged me into the portal of hell…those words came out of nowhere (and everyhwere) in my head… / and when I began reciting that prayer, the black robes writhed and screamed their way below the ground, dissipating in agony and defeat. / The Black-maker? he left pissed, I’m sure. / I woke up then; shaking like an earthquake, still speaking the end of the prayer. Outloud. / It was my own voice that woke me. / I will never forget that experience. I wrote 2 poems about this dream…this is one of them.
It is in the heartbeat of a new day’s birth / In the aching solitude, the quiet aloneness / In the vigilant veil of the morning mist / In t…
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this is what I truly feel…
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