Simstar : Writing

Paen

Paen

A Poem by Simstar


I drink from a cask of wild, sweet woodBonfire-smoked of Eden's treesJuiced and tart from that Apple's leesPassion's the potion that poisons my blood.
White Sheet

White Sheet

A Poem by Simstar


Begins. The cigarette is lit, the face is drawn; pen hovers over the white, white sheet, trembling slightly, whilst seconds pass into minutes, minute..
Concupiscence

Concupiscence

A Poem by Simstar


For God says life should be destroyed, The bounteous kiss, be it forged in love, of any w***e is void So limbs should be rent from holding flesh As..
Brief, Caught I

Brief, Caught I

A Poem by Simstar


Brief, caught I, the scent of my funeral pyre Built by those without sense of that cleansing fire That will have it's revenge on such spare limbs as..
Friend

Friend

A Poem by Simstar


Sang froid is in the literal grave installed The dust you attempt to shake off is never there, Unless the spittle dried on hated-face on hated-wall ..