Originally posted on Poems & Equality:
Word count: 145 Warning: A lot of sadness Silence. Silence is golden, Silence is precious, Silence keeps me safe. My mind is a void, An overflowing, overthinking Boisterous void which comforts me, Consoles me, builds me up and Breaks me down, exploits my fears, Beats me within an inch…

The Fall of Patois.

“Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;” –Quotation from Sonnet 19 by William Shakespeare.  Afore the affliction of past perfection,By all the mires and their intent,I’ve met so many long ago—profusion grinned,And as… Read More The Fall of Patois.