For the Sake of No One

Watch the time fly away A clock that strikes too soon A brick gazebo in the rain A conversation in the midst of machines Ice thick on the reservoir A million shimmering drops of lies Faux French, milkweed dreams Sacred in the memory

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Clusters of fragrant stars Your prisoner My familiar dream On the corner, in the old street Two ghosts, too cowardly Remember our mad delight? Eyes accustomed to less white All the trembling, The air too sweet All the despair of your hair All is false and vain But your name... Only fools endure At our sunday best On the battlements We would give the world the lie Eight years in the rift The fiend on the cliff Wants to teach us to fly

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

All dreams muffle their music Fearfully I try to understand Your world Far behind The sky Seems small today Canyons divide your glances If glances say what they mean Two languishing in the apse Beneath a hollow sun Elbowing through doorways Endless rafts of words Like nightshades in evergreen lands A chord like five night trains One umber hair winding My lips are too pale for your cheek

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Every moon I’m running toward langushing yellow mumbled hellos Anguishing, listening to echoing streets Tumbling jealously, Zealously, dismayed

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

We have no faith in stones No taste for eating earth This is for you alone My temporary soul The hard shadows at noon Snow falls through the holes A hundred promises Ended with that madness Music for our desire The terror of yielding Slowly drives you away Sweating, drifting Eyes on those sacred hands Everything is seen Everything is known Everything ignored

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Snow sounded a warning A compressed afternoon Deafening whispers Shone like rotten wood My fingers Sought shelter in your room You ravaged And like a vandal left too soon Memories of pale lunar fictions, Breasts, and leaves Alone on a jetty I was down the hill An old and weary Chasm of azure Pierced by arrows Stretching ropes from the steeples Confound the plagues Little drunken vigil Memories of pale lunar fictions, Breasts, and leaves

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Our wings are numb, heavy with sleep Wailing in deserts, far from thyme Loaves left lying in the drying mud This day on fire Out of you, only silken embers Scentless, senseless lonely wandering Waters and held breath Our former disharmony Living to remember...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025