philoking

2 May 2016

Who will I be?

I'm haunted by this notion that one day, in the future, I will no longer care about the things I do now. I'm passionate and obsessive, I think about thoughts and muse about musings whenever I can. Sometimes I over-think. Sometimes I get really obsessive....

philoking

2 May 2016

Crimson Stain

Quick poem about stuff

Allay me of my palette, this crimson range of stain. It plagues my heart and taints my art with memories of pain.

philoking

2 May 2016

Lay Not On That Sheet

My ex still has the sheet I gave him to put on his bed when he didn't do laundry for 2 months.

Lay not on that sheet for the memories that lie within press tender on your sores. Lay not on that sheet as the pages close upon us and our toil draws a blank. Lay not on that sheet. It is not wise in the least to tempt what’s held in thread.

philoking

2 May 2016

4 Poems In 1 Compact Bundle

Stanzas from 4 different poems thrown together.

Stop the Waterf a L L. It Trickles Down My Spine And Lets Me Know You Are Not Mine You Make Me Melt You Make Me Sweat The Birthday Candle To My Cigarette The Water Balloon  To My Underground Tunnel I Feel Your Chill In The Caverns Of My Head And To My Hea...

philoking

2 May 2016

Life After You;

Gently, I awake to the whistle of the wind. I let out a quick sigh as I lift one eyelid, then immediately close it with neglect for time. For a brief moment, my head is silent, but the next my mind is inundated with emotions and obligations and you. I pul...