Ghosting
Our revels are now ended A glooming peace this morning with it brings The sun for sorrow will not show his head The tedious minutes I have spent I have seen nothing Look down, you gods Let your indulgence set me free Telling the saddest tale That one may smile A special provenance Forgetting any other home but this Invisible Cities We are the school Of reputation Greater than fear Than blissful ignorance Arduous struggle Our chief safeguard Before you daring To let it go
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
All is not well What monsters you make of them The play's the thing Make a heaven of hell With dance and delight A prince of power Believe me, king of shadows Torpedoed I've gone numb Searching for a meaning Time to forget Wretched, rash, intruding souls They run away Serpent stung Most delicate Abomination What cannot remember Spring come September Something more than seeming Reckless measures O…I need only patience What need for ten? For five? For one? An excuse to fly It's treason otherwise Searching for a meaning Something more than seeming
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
We are the school of reputation Greater than fear, than blissful ignorance Arduous struggle, our chief safeguard Before you, daring to let it go
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Into a small boat In a thunderstorm Across narrow bridges Above foaming streams Chattering of perils Waking with a shriek Dreaming on the lake What angel awakes me? I have had a vision Suffered with those I saw Teach me how you look We must have a wall
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
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The mountains are a playground Love, another playmate Ignorant of the law of gravity An exposed, helpless child Tread softly Fairy tale of a boy Learning to feel shame A religious irreverence No better than a thief On whose nature Nurture can never weigh You taught me this language Let this cup pass from me Tread softly
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
The lover and the poet Alike in dignity Let two more summers wither Wondrous man do not smile at me More than a little proud Less than a little loud Mountains will heave To bring forth Born: a ridiculous mouse Where should this music be? All the world will be in love with night The flattering truth of sleep Such as it is raw and young A spirit of no common rate Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026