Ghost – [Poetry]

You don’t know this about me,

you flirting, busy bee,

but I’m hurt by the ghost you’ve become.

Haunted for years by shallowness,

not that you are, but I’m so distressed

by the ephemeral fading you’ve done

in my life as a picture, out as a memory.

Back in again, posing so charmingly,

far from my lips, a spectral self-dismissed.

Perhaps your tease is punishing me

for ruining the first date so ignorantly.

No apology could summon that could’ve been kiss.

I’m aching, but not complaining.

Your beauty constant is reigning.

So haunt and prove you don’t need me.

My reflections affirm the needed solitude

before loving with a confident attitude,

and the attentiveness you deserve, busy bee.

So ghost shamelessly, dear.

You deserve the best.

I’m sorry you met me

at my pitiful worst.


More Poetry

Prose of the High Priestess

Blind With My Flesh – Judicium

Distanced

Confidence


Psychology Has Inspired Me To Try NaNoWriMo (and I’m really excited) – [Just Me/News]

Hello, My head has been stuck in the books lately and when that happens blog posts seem to gradually fade, haha. Between studying, blogging, and my other music projects, I’m missing my novel and the VPD entries again. So I thought maybe I should take NaNoWriMo seriously and see how far I get. Once Samhain … Continue reading Psychology Has Inspired Me To Try NaNoWriMo (and I’m really excited) – [Just Me/News]

Mercury Retrograde Killed My Perfectionism (Sort of) – Just Me

I didn’t really notice the Mercury in Scorpio retrograde energy until yesterday and I could only express how the energy messed with me in a silly Tumblr post. Yeah, so that happened and the relief from perfectionism just from the academic aspect has bled into the music aspect as well. I’m so freaking close to … Continue reading Mercury Retrograde Killed My Perfectionism (Sort of) – Just Me

Hours – [Poetry]

In hours and increments

I realize your distance

is no longer sentenced

to a timezone away.

For hours I search,

recalling your flirts

fading in the spurt

of my grief and dismay.

Wherever you are, Angel,

I’ll wait again,

for hours upon hours

upon hours still.

In these hours upon hours,

I’m longing.

Sour at myself

for losing

you

in a second…

…then not noticing

for hours.

Forgive me.