House September

Joined September 2022

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Bio

We’ll play with each other’s broken hearts. Let us exchange our pieces like trading cards.

I’m too bored to notice, and you are too high to notice the air beneath your feet.

I have poems to share.

Stories (13/0)

Diet Coke
The city howls into the avenues and we cannot escape the uproar. In this club, we cannot hide from the bass, The echo of the bass collides against the walls.
By House September 2 months ago in Poets
Pop Girlies
The bender from the previous nights, left the villa in a slumber. Yet, the Spanish tile vibrates. The kettle steams tranquility into the kitchen.
By House September 2 months ago in Poets
Our Final Goodbye
The dark room holds no promises, and I give myself over to the unknown. I am unsure if this is poison or merely a cautionary fib.
By House September 3 months ago in Poets
My Foolish Audacity Pt. 3
I yearned for the alchemy That I am now. I cultivate enough silkworm to craft my indiscretions, into a silk.
By House September about a year ago in Poets
My Foolish Audacity Pt. 2
Beneath the glow of the waxing moon I asked myself, should I denounce my reflection too, Should I walk barefoot onto the somber graveyard?
By House September about a year ago in Poets
My Foolish Audacity Pt. 1
I was resurrected like the seasonal blooming flowers, with fresh nectar on my flesh, perhaps, it was from Spring itself.
By House September about a year ago in Poets
Final - #10
I have found a new chamber to explore, Which has turned my siren song inward. The unfamiliar song will lead me onto the foggy shore,
By House September about a year ago in Poets
My Folly Servant
You are a curious thing? Not from my creation, but I can feel the calling from your veins. As if your veins are looking to coil onto a telephone pole, or onto a Victorian home porch. Your veins have an innate need to smother their host. Perhaps, you are oblivious to the rose bushes and the dangers of the awakened?
By House September about a year ago in Poets
Summer's Soirée
Born unto a new graced horizon. It appears that the proverbial pendulum has swung, And thus, I must emerge to bless the new dial,
By House September 2 years ago in Poets
To Be Alchemy
I want to be magic - I am not. I am crafted by alchemy, but unable to bestow, pleasures onto others unless reserved for opportune occasions
By House September 2 years ago in Poets
You Dare?
If I burden you with questions, will your curiosity cease? will this unclench your jaw? or would you coward behind prayer?
By House September 2 years ago in Poets
Short Lived
Do you wish to embark? Are you prepared for your last sunset? By nightfall, the hue of your pupils, will fade to black.
By House September 2 years ago in Poets

House September

Bio

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Diet Coke

Pop Girlies

Our Final Goodbye

My Foolish Audacity Pt. 3

My Foolish Audacity Pt. 2

My Foolish Audacity Pt. 1

Final - #10

My Folly Servant

Summer's Soirée

To Be Alchemy

You Dare?

Short Lived

Stories (13/0)