selected articles and poems from mayvaneday.art
23 May 2020 1 minute read 0 comments vclv
false idol looks over ruined domainand sees that the people have wandered astrayso she waves her hand, and messenger bear goes henceto warn the people below that their fate teeters on the fence my lover has a tattoo of a bear on her chestinky head pe...
21 May 2020 1 minute read 0 comments vclv
tell me, forest girl, how does it feel to leave your home?saying goodbye forever to the trees and flowersyou swore you'd never cease to roam? open rolling hills fail to consoledo you feel like you're going to collapseunder this foreign sky, weight to...
20 May 2020 1 minute read 0 comments vclv
everything hurts so goddamn muchand I can't breatheand I can't pray for help because there's no god abovewho'd be willing to intercede curled up in a ball, back squirming in a way no human was meant to,missing, found,feet digging into the dirt to reg...
19 May 2020 1 minute read 0 comments vclv
there’s only one more daybefore I go awayso kiss my cheek and zip my sackbecause I don’t think I’m coming back all the lovelorn pictures and lettersthat you sent me are gonelost in the mail somewhere and now I am a dreamone of many woven with gold th...
18 May 2020 1 minute read 3 comments vclv
most nights, your name is penned across the skyinked in cursive pens divinetraced with gold and underlined with lightand bleeding into the starry paper behind in the beginning, it was so easy to lovebut what good is loving if receiving is tough?ackno...
15 May 2020 1 minute read 0 comments vclv
you keep visiting me in the middle of the nightand I'm not sure if you want a doctorto assauge you of illness-related frightsor just witness you as you falter this face can represent anythingthat you so desperately want it to bea relic of bygone days...
14 May 2020 1 minute read 0 comments vclv
bleary fog from long-gone nightsreading over records of past plightsvaguely remembering a black chair,light streaming down on a computer desk, connection barely there old poems, scraps from people who no longer existcontrived and angry letters to for...
13 May 2020 1 minute read 2 comments vclv
when the day comes that my bones crumble to dustI'd like to grow into a treeand use my big branches to hold up the skyto give Atlas a moment to breathe but what when the heavens throw down spears of lightand raze down the forest?am I to be content wi...
