Re: Gurgitate.

There's a beauty in unspoken words,

like the clink of unsheathed swords,

like an arrow, past it's bow,

piercing a white, towards the red's flow.

But alas! Nix! Nay! No! (*)

There goes my peace, trapped in that sleepy glow.

of which was benign and, oh ever so slow.

And before I convulse, wither and throw

Ah fuck this! Blah Blah Blah! I can't find that soul.

- (Shamefully) Askios

(12-Apr-2012, 9:50 p.m.)

* NixNayNo is a friend's blog, just lifted the name.

Unpursue

She said her, roses were blue and her sky went red,

she let her canvas ensue in a violent blood shed.

She said her thoughts were purple and dreams but true,

but in reality her soul was of an odd hue.

Murky waters do, just curiosity accrue.

Akin to these words, I cease. Unpursue.

 

- Askios

(5:07 a.m., 27-March-2012)