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Damn the fickle winds!

It’s always too hot
but when it’s not
it’s so goddamn chilly
it gives me the willies.

But absolutely worst of all
is when the room’s unbearable
but when you leave to get some air,
the temp pulled a 180 outside there.

(Seriously though,
fuck the weather this year.)

Twilight lovers

The sun bent low to kiss the earth
which responded with such mirth
that the sky was set ablaze
with orange, intimate evening rays.

Nepotism

Swirl around, ye Reds and Blues
whose swift embrace births violet hues
ripe as the passion of their progenitors
and deep as the debts of their inheritors.

Poltergeists

These damnable distractions
haunt my not-so-happy home
so I seek solace elsewhere
and pray they’re content not to roam.

Unfulfilled

I twiddle my thumbs and fritter away
the seconds, minutes, hours, days
waiting long for a sweet respite
which I know I will not find tonight.

Pilgrim

Long into the twisted wood,
past the oak and branch and briar;
deep into the gath’ring dark,
past the circle of your fire.

Further than the distant stars,
twinkling beyond the sky;
deep into your very heart
where you hide behind your lies.

Past the heavens and the earth
and the realms of men and God;
you, who seek out happiness,
onward, onward must you trod.