Once I saw the grim reaper
he loomed over me so handsome and frail
you would wish you'd seen him too. I feared he might break
if I blinked
(but I did, and he did).

That same day though I saw him again and
thought he was following me. He'd recovered
but seemed as thin, worser still timid, watching us in my
computer's reflection.
I felt pity then
but became confused when
he rasped and began to sing, so strangely, that I almost
smiled!

It was a very handsome song
so I listened to his call;
no lyrics, only rasping, but so languid I could see
the brainless pixels in my screen stop twitching just to be
hypnotized by something else for once
and I felt almost sorry for them too
because they would never feel the staining ice of his breath
on their ears, lips, teeth, through every duct and orifice...

It was close to heaven
But it was short
And dull, and quiet, and shrill
and stopped abruptly like he'd forgotten what came after.

The resulting silence after was like nothing else that racked through me before
I felt it ring in different frequencies
Like when you've stared at the light too long
And see pink, green, black spots in air.
Naturally in my dazed state I thought his threadbare voice
had plagued my vision somehow
Looped through the spiral labyrinth of my ear
into the bloody sinew behind my eye
when I saw the white shadows dancing against the walls
like moving portraiture of marionettes.

But when I came to I saw that they were beckoning me, celebrating
my unplanned wedding.
Unplanned, but not unfantasized, I will admit.
Of course I've since joined the marched nuptial,
skin and flesh of my fingers peeled back, so he may kiss
my demure imitation of his glee!
Our cheeks rake over each other
and leave carvings in the skull;
do not believe what they tell you.
Death is never dark
He is all we should see

Pale bone-tulips wilt, grass dries beneath my feet
as I skip merrily over
to the field of the ever-glowing

Well it's been a while. Three years actually. I've probably forgotten how the basics of HTML go so I'm literally just typing over the text that used to be here. Now that I'm back here, what should I do? I could use it as a space to reflect over how my life has changed in the past few years, but I really don't think I want to do that. I may as well just talk about how I'm feeling.

It felt pretty weird to read the entry that was here before this. I'm erasing it now and I have no clue whether that's a good idea or not, but it was slightly too specific to my life (albeit still vague) in a way that made me nervous. I haven't written a poem in a while. Is the first thought that came into my head when I returned to this page. I always forget it exists, but the design is holding up pretty nicely if I do say so myself! Anyways, I will have a poem written by the end of this shift at work.

Green waters
Something golden shifts
In my mind it frightens, feeds the leftover thaw
For you it's nothing

After writing this I literally got an interview email that I'd been hoping to receieve for a while. I hope the next time I check back with this log, I'll have had a successful experience with this.

I think the sign-off I wrote last time is cute so I'll keep it here. Very true.

To a better future

END 6:26PM, 25 minutes writing time