Sir Fusting : Writing

Where Holes Made Incomplete

Where Holes Made Incomplete

A Poem by Sir Fusting


For Schelbi, Happy Birthday!
Everyone knows it's

Everyone knows it's

A Poem by Sir Fusting


riddled with time's embracetickled with the sweet tasteof ageand knowing the chasetesting the boundaries morewhen the boundaries are setawfully clear ..
Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me

A Poem by Sir Fusting


Happy Birthday
Nicotine

Nicotine

A Poem by Sir Fusting


I need a cigarette.
Captivated

Captivated

A Poem by Sir Fusting


I haven't written any poetry in quite awhile! I would love to know what you think.
Lacking

Lacking

A Poem by Sir Fusting


~ Lust, or lack there of, Taunts me night and noon. Trust, or lack there of, Is all I don't have for you. Love, or lack there of, Pins the frown..
Death of My Artist

Death of My Artist

A Poem by Sir Fusting


And so comes with age, The need to be great, And the talents we held, Slowly crumble away. Sad as it seems, My hopes and my dreams, The reason..