Chaos = Interest

Do you

ever think

people

are violent

or invasive

because they don’t know

any other way

to be interesting?

-L.M.G.

Fanart: Severus Snape

Allegiance to all

Allegiant to one

The Guard of your magic

The Guard of your son

I feel your pain

In this burning mark

There’s no more beauty here

No more art in the dark

-L.M.G.

Fixture

You’ve taken up residence

in my heart

and grow

every day more immovable;

when I peer into the cabinets

and corners

I can’t help but to think

I love what you’ve done with it.

Character

You don’t just rise in the morning with your character; it’s formed and reformed every day, pressed together, pulled apart, and recreated by your

company

connections

music

moments

books

browsers

paths

and poisons.

Corona Carnage

This pandemic

has taken peace

(however much of it we had)

and put in its place

a constant, unrelenting

pain,

— somehow shockingly swift

and sadistically slow —

creating a sort of global wartime,

that makes us yearn for

the things of comfort:

a mother’s embrace,

a lover’s touch,

a child’s messy kiss,

and corona,

this cruel, ironic burden,

has made those

the very weapons of its war.

(where do we find

rest

when the war is in

our homes?)

Edible

And I guess

we’re all

edible,

letting ourselves be

(or yet being able to stop from being)

devoured by our

expectations,

environment,

and

egos,

being swallowed whole

by the earth

and its many woes.

Economy of Shells

There’s a unique

currency

at the oceanfront,

offered by the generous waves,

eagerly scooped up by

children

and lovers,

a rich, extravagant gift

of sandy

fortune.