For the Starved
(2014)
This comes from day one of my month long Rondelet marathon! I was inspired by study of dietary habits of those in the late Middle ages, or rather, the lack thereof.
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Misunderstood assumed to be a heretic Misunderstood unable to accept what he should; counter to his religion picked—
My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip Has now peaked in the valleys of d… On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil… Though this frost does surprise th… Bear-grass can grow despite
Seated upon spring green spires Ironic, bears for it don’t desire. Conical stone hides Wistful wisps inside. They reside
Number one thing on my List, point of life? No str… Number one thing guides my Wishlist. Pulls my life… I have found it, in man compressed
Homicidal And Honorable: synonyms. Homicidal: Requisite for glory, vital To one’s worth. It’s the pseudony…
Mundane gossip somehow considered a classic. Mundane gossip with spats of meaning, it’s a toss… between significance and plastic.
It’s not over. Russian, Japanese, African— It’s not over. We think it’s gone, it’s just olde… Don’t dismay, though Love it can.
If that were all I’d rest, speak to myself solely. If that were all I could delight in pretty song. Truly, it’s the cries of wings, lo…
The urge to do. Yearning to start, with much zeal. The urge to do. Yearning to finish, with a coup, Or without, I will always feel
An instrument of chipping glaze an… Though it is seldom played in pres… the wear of glee’s remnants tint t… Dust glides through the air, drift… The open window disturbs it’s peac…
If the shoe fits, why try so hard to this mode vanqu… If the shoe fits, why object to familiar wit? In flight from this artists anguis…
Prepare to fail; Winning isn’t for everyone. Prepare to fail. Perfection is a far off tale. All expect it, though we know none…
He’s a 'poet’ but most would rather call it pros… He’s a 'poet’ Still somehow nobody knows it. Literary elements? Close.
Why go outside when one can buy what the world sh… Why go outside? Rain sounds far better when I’m d… Perhaps one can’t smell the roses
I am sorry that my mood has been so curdled. I am sorry I can’t remedy what ails me. The dispassion come from hurtles