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Hide
the moon inside
your pocket
full of dark clouds
Dive
in its depths
now, a blanket
made of black shrouds
Swim
with no regret
to the left
where there is no light
Dim
across an obsidian arc
where the stars were once
... so white
Lay down
beneath and play
the way
between above and under
Surrender your breath
forever
as an everlasting stream
Bender of my dream
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
the moon inside
your pocket
full of dark clouds
Dive
in its depths
now, a blanket
made of black shrouds
Swim
with no regret
to the left
where there is no light
Dim
across an obsidian arc
where the stars were once
... so white
Lay down
beneath and play
the way
between above and under
Surrender your breath
forever
as an everlasting stream
Bender of my dream
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Literature
Obsession
You are my obsession.
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Continually haunt.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Literature
The Flower of Evil
The Flower of Evil:
Evil is but a blooming flower,
Alluring, captivating.
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Can you?
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rup
Literature
In Dark Silence
a pile of exiled leaves
and a grief-stricken moonset
capture
the secrets of fireflies.
A stranger to gravity, sometimes
trees know how to be brave,
standing tall
where the stars collide.
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