DarkGold WolfEyes

New poem is posted too. Don’t forget to write a compliment about it. No complaints though. I cant take criticism. I’m weak. (And scared of mean people) ;D

Into the deep
Into the red, blue, orange heated sweep

There I went
cool rain-spray stiffen the hairs on my neck
There I step
where moss thickens and vines collect
There I brave
like the tomcat who keeps eyes steady

So I slept
in the tossled grove the Sun God’s treading
So I know
how air is tasting of honeyed sweets
So I feel
summer heat where maples are sweating

Out from slur
Out from the fey steeped dreams I stir
I am here…

Check out The Stories folder for new post. I’m trying something new. A collaborative effort that I hope will spark up my interest to write, as I am in a slump. (My posture has always been bad…) Uhhh yeah so…. dont think too hard about what I say, it’ll give you a headache. And you don’t want that. Unless your some kinda freak who enjoys headaches, like an alien who sucks in energy through its cellular construct.

… I just reread my last comments… I’m tired okay?

‘ello from afar!

I am sooo tired from school and work right now. But that’s cool. Im cool. All is cool. (Except for the fact that I have another test next week…. *stresses out*) But anywho, I have another poem posted in the Poem’s Folder. Yes I know, I know. Its a creative name for a folder. I will try to hold back next time so you won’t get so jealous of my creative spark. ;D

Douse the thin light of strain
Wet the wick to stop the coming
flicker in yonder window pane
Between the finger and the thumb
between the salt watered skin and flaming crumbs
Confess to the candle who drifts to sleep

Indifference to the brightening bland
Finger the curling plume of smoke
Taste the ash buried in the cold quartz sand
see the wisp of red ember dragonflies
swim the sea of night sapphron eyes and sugared plums
Bless the shadows who undertake my keep