visions dark
violence and vice,
etched in my mind-
a depraved world
struggles against
peace and harmony.
broken-in
i can finally say
i've found true and lasting joy-
my soul, much like
that pair of old shoes,
is rather well-worn,
but, i say, broken-in,
and comfortable for the day.
inclined
where i will, i go,
somewhat blindly-
inclinations
almost always
seemingly right-
without wondering, 'what?'-
even down the path
further astray,
unfortunately...
getting lost
in my own way.
i'm gonna be myself.
but also do something new.
illusion
billions of years,
and this happens
It's been a long time since I practiced Romantic and Gothic poetry, but I really want to get back in the swing of things. I was so focused on clarity and simplicity, I lost quite a bit of the sensuality that made my poetry stand out back in the day... I hope to return to my roots. I know I've been saying this for awhile, but I'm finally ready to take to a more solitary journey, but making better contributions when I do surface from time to time. :)