love doesn't leave
like the leaves of a tree
love loudly lingers

#poetry #micropoetry

For so long I have waited, so long that I almost became just a stoic statue, fit for nobody.

The perfect start to a perfect war, putting down the roses picking up the sword.

You know after traveling through almost all the plains one has to wonder what else lies in the universe, or if there’s something much much larger. Perhaps my books shall answer that question.

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue.

“There is no exquisite beauty, without some strangeness in proportion” -E.A.P

Yknow @totally-not-avaris.bsky.social makes a very good scarf

“My mother groaned, my father wept,
into the dangerous world I leapt.” - William Blake

I recall that one time a certain wrathful individual killed me with my own sword, however I lived and proceeded to do the coolest shit ever

The term monster is much too uncertain, the monsters I hunt are those that would harm an innocent soul. Not a simple entity just trying to survive though the world oppresses it. Humans can be monsters and “Monsters” can be peaceful

“From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.” -E.A.P

I’m HERE baby!!