;_;

what the moon can see

it is twilight again. she settles 

into her spot upon a sky full 

of stars. she looks down. i 

wonder if she can see through

the blinds and into my bed. if she wants to see all this pain.

~K.T.

Its alluring, alarming voice. Almost giving you no choice. Its breathtaking complexion. Adding you to its collection. Its taunting beauty and song. Which both bring you along. These factors, ending your fate. For they are purely used as bait. Beware of such creatures, sirens. They have hard intentions, like irons.

Is it still manslaughter if you only manage to giggle during it?

Ye who are drenched in sin. Rise and face me. I shall guide you to the paradise that welcomes everyone.

That is a very derpy Shakespeare... Silliam Derpspear if you will

Would you hang or would you sink?

Flutter like butterfly or moth?

Freeze over or return to ash?

no longer that cold-running fear that       lonely my hands would droop and wrinkle so flat they would never       lift or hold the world again

At evening when I arrived - nowhere a thousand imaginations rose up in me like an enchantment I gave my hands hopelessly into it saw dusk graze itself blindly across the winter hills, blue as its heart and pitched myself into its apple where no arms may hold me but the echous ribbons of a long-lost past

Nostalgic Embrace.

I live in nostalgic comfort while I exist in your embrace.

I am ten years old.

It’s past my bedtime time.

I fell asleep on the couch watching my favorite movie.

In my father’s arms I’m carried up the stairs.

Sinking to sleep in the gentle sway.

My body relaxing once I feel my mattress.

The peace and comfort.

The feelings identical,

As if one was a prelude to the other.

i write about the ocean like it is a lover

but the truth is it terrifies me. 

it can choose to still, to reflect

the sky and all its shimmering 

promises. it can rise, roar, and

swallow. 

~K.T.