. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ the poetry corner ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

"oh wow, i didn't have you pegged as the cultured type; looks can be deceiving, i guess!"

you try not to take that as an insult...

"anyway, yeah! this is where you can find a bunch of my published work. you'd be surprised how many poetry journals there are this deep into space!"

NOTE: i'm gonna make navigation on here easier at some point. probably with iframes. please bear with the curséd scroll until i get that done!

also sorry that most of these are awaiting publication, they should be good to post in a couple months!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ enjoy!!! ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

To Aphrodite - originally written april 2023

awaiting publication

author's note: i think the whole aphrodite thing is a little cliché, and this is probably one of my weaker poems. i stand by it though!

To Winter and our Parting - originally written december 2022

awaiting publication

author's note: a poem i wrote for my boyfriend at the time. we did not last!

Ferry - originally written november 2022

awaiting publication

author's note: a poem to someone i lost.

The Kiss of an Ocean - originally written october 2022

awaiting publication

author's note: a poem about not having the motivation to write poems. clearly i was full of shit.

The Lay of Fauna, Acara of Altador! - originally published on neopets.com
june 2021

coming soon

author's note: this one was way worse than i remembered. fucked up meter and janky ass rhyme scheme. gonna re-write it at some point and i'll post it here.

Down, Down in Darigan Halls - originally published on neopets.com
??? 2020

Down, down, in Darigan halls
The Drackonack sleep, the Batterfly crawls.
Round, round, the spire they go
The Korbat fly, and the sepulchres glow.

Deep, deep, in tombs of the great
The dust-bunnies lay, the hour is late.
Scritch, scratch, on parchment he writes
Lord Darigan sits amidst candle-light.

Cling, clang, the bars of the cell
For darkest of deeds, the prisoners dwell.
Hush, hush, do not make a sound
For barabarous guards shall grind and shall pound.

Down, down, in Darigan Halls
Torches that burn, cast a shade on the wall.
Round, round the tower so tall
The shadow of Kass have thee in its thrall!

author's note: this isn't very good, but it won the poetry contest and gave me the confidence to continue writing poetry - so that's something!