Sleepless Rambles of a Staggering Poet by Brandy Hodge is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Hey, I love you!
Oh, Anon! I love you, too!
Another 4 days and we’ll part ways again-
The third and final beating of dooméd
Wings and tired legs;
I’m thrice a fool,
And thrice I’ve fallen-
Your smile was always all
That my soul called for.
Aha. If you have a man that knows his ins and outs, it’s impossible to have sex at his parent’s house. I mean…wut? ;)
No frown has ever been so harsh on my eyes,
Until this evening, where off in the distance,
Sun cast his upturned expression in our window.
He’d been betrayed by Sky,
The woman who’d long claimed his golden beams,
And his closest brother, Moon,
A man he trusted to cycle the Earth by his side.
He Told a Story
Daring him in her tone, she asked for a story,
One to hold her attention and put her on edge,
The sort of tale that would leave her pensive,
Nothing pedestrian or trite in its nature,
A sweet epic that she could tell to their children someday.
At her request, he mustered the very words,
Like The First Time
He thought it was the most divine thing,
When she lied down in his sheets,
Wrapped herself in the throw his mother crocheted,
And closed her eyes with the anticipation of his touch.
Tonight, he stood by the Oak dresser for a moment longer,
His shadow dancing on her eyelids from the hall light,
He is Still The One
There was a time when I was weak minded,
That if a man could dazzle me,
With everything that Shakespeare said before him,
I’d give him a piece of my heart,
Letting it go as if it would come back to me in time.
Then, once my thoughts matured,
Even though Poe and Bill were my inspiration,
We talk about how disfigured the palms have gotten,
It seems we need to escape back to dead trees,
Because the salt water in the ocean isn’t cleansing our wounds,
Only drying out our souls and destroying our skin,
Burning our eyes, along with the light of the flaming sun.
The air is dripping with…