lit

Posted in Poetry on September 28th, 2021 by D'jaevle

you are a constellation

a map of suns

bright enough

to see through closed eyes

last bitten

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 23rd, 2021 by D'jaevle

this is your last chance.

the last open door

the last bit of daylight

the last choice
before all the rest
belong
to
me.

petite

Posted in Poetry on August 16th, 2021 by D'jaevle

be the rain for me.

kiss my cheeks
and bless my lips

hide my tears
with your own

wash away
all things
but
this.

(the rain)
(and you)

toc

Posted in Poetry on July 27th, 2021 by D'jaevle

the unwinding of clocks
reminds me that momentum
is relentless
unless you have
teeth.

in the grip

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on June 24th, 2021 by D'jaevle

you are one breath away from being in the grip of my hunger.

just one.

one breathe is forever.

it’s long enough to feel fear.

convinction,

anticipation.

desire,

doubt,

surrender.

one breath is long enough to meet my eyes

and after that

you have no time at all.

wisp

Posted in Poetry on May 30th, 2021 by D'jaevle

it is a mercy
and memory

a dream
sparked in the passing of hubris
and the sweetness of light.

dwell.
desire.
decide.

Ari

Posted in Poetry on March 22nd, 2021 by D'jaevle

in the shadow of a minotaur

I came across a supposition:

    that the difference between a maze and a labyrinth

    is a matter of the heart.

you can get lost in a maze.

    but in a labyrinth

 so long as you go forward,

          you will find the center

if we agree with this supposition

then we must follow the red threaded question it holds

is your heart a maze

   holding captive 

      poor adventurers

incapable of solving it’s mystery

or

a labyrinth

  home to just

        one.

who put their hand to the wall

   closed their eyes

       and walked

sliver

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on March 18th, 2021 by D'jaevle

joy is
fading light
a sliver of moonshine
caught between
finger tips

my joy
is akin to hunger
and
the wolf of me
knows no distinction.

it chases the moon.

irrelevant of occurrence

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on February 14th, 2021 by D'jaevle

i name them.

pet

sparrow

angel

*mine*

speaking in tongues

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on January 14th, 2021 by D'jaevle

I offer you silence
not as an absence
but as a gateway
to a moment
where
I can
befriend
your
demons

it is not so strange
that I speak their language:
your demons know
my demons
so very
well.