langleav:

Just wrote this poem last night. You know that feeling when you fall asleep in the day and when you wake up, it’s already dark? Not sure why but it always makes me feel melancholy. Anyway, I hope you like it… it’s the first poem I have written in a really long time (hence the first line.) I’ve been so busy getting ready for the September launch of my new book Lullabies. Hopefully, there will be more new poems soon… A thousand kisses to you all! xo Lang 

langleav:

Just wrote this poem last night. You know that feeling when you fall asleep in the day and when you wake up, it’s already dark? Not sure why but it always makes me feel melancholy. Anyway, I hope you like it… it’s the first poem I have written in a really long time (hence the first line.) I’ve been so busy getting ready for the September launch of my new book Lullabies. Hopefully, there will be more new poems soon… A thousand kisses to you all! xo Lang 

Title?

thatonecompanioncube:

Dante said that in circle six,
The heritics lie,
And that is where I met Him.
Inbetween the charred and burning tombs
Lucifer stood with open arms
And a pleasant smile
That appeased my aching heart.
He sang a song of heart wrenching grief
Of bewilderingly sorrowful melancholic melodies
I…

Title?

thatonecompanioncube:

Dante said that in circle six,
The heritics lie,
And that is where I met Him.
Inbetween the charred and burning tombs
Lucifer stood with open arms
And a pleasant smile
That appeased my aching heart.
He sang a song of heart wrenching grief
Of bewilderingly sorrowful melancholic melodies
I…

Blood and Memory

I am easily forgotten.
This is not the first
Nor the last time I will be.
Nothing but a mere memory.
In my veins he will remain.
Forever it seems.
Tempted I am
To cut him out.
I want to feel again.
But maybe
I like the pain.

Sick

thatonecompanioncube:

I feel uncomfortable in my own body.
Like I can’t breathe
Because these lungs aren’t mine.
And I am sick but I can’t feel my throat.
Because it feels like years since I last spoke.
But for the truth I will tell you, it was not but a few minutes ago
That I contemplated a murder
One of mind and body
Of self and selfishness
Because the worst of us
Always shines through the cracks that we call flaws.