Aisling Weaver
Aisling Weaver Poems
Running in like a wave
I can hear you calling
Sinking deep into the pain
And painting it yellow
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Tell me, where does one's capital go, once
Its captor drops it from within clenched fist?
Does hunter then go to market and pounce
On woven basket, or stalk a cute vest?
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It started with two weeks of lies, and then
An ultimatum placed around my neck.
To agree to forfeit my life for rent,
And live for the wanderlust noose's break.
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Aisling Weaver Biography
Do not presume to know the company I keep. The eyes most vile hide behind the biggest smiles. The morimyth is a creature dedicated to weeding out manipulation and corruption, especially that which hides behind the most golden gates and brightest lights. A wager over one's eternal soul, if you think it's worth the price. Bright Blessings from Smiling Gods are often blindingly violent.)
The Best Poem Of Aisling Weaver
'Paradise'
Running in like a wave
I can hear you calling
Sinking deep into the pain
And painting it yellow
Premise lost in this space
Only remembering
The hunger in your ears
What do you want from me?
Masks slipping over you
Covering your bright eyes
Velvet softness lifted
Pulling truth from your mind
As the veil is lifted
The curtain will reveal
You conceal everything
That your heart must heal
And ride that wave back home
Find your peace and slip in
The fold of our embrace
Let bliss in, let us in.
You'll find your paradise.
~ morimyth
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