m0rg4nd_poet
Once upon a time in Open Diary land, I was Renaissance Orsino.
The more you love, the more you can love — and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.
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Still in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
For you it will always be wants, desires, invitations. For you I will always be holding back. The fullness of my Love hasn’t changed. I have just dammed it in, and my heart swims in this self-mad...
ARKLOG 16.2.3 - So You Want to Tame a Quetzal in ARKLOG: Gamer Addiction Evolved
Idorgaf here, Whitetusk pilot extraodinaire. When all your friends aren’t the most stimulating conversationalists, (cause they’re all dinosaurs), you don’t have much in the way of help when you d...
ARKLOG 16.1.29 - Galli-mine-us in ARKLOG: Gamer Addiction Evolved
Zulu chief Idorgaf here. Our invisible lords and masters have deemed it necessary to add new trials and tribulations to their Grand Experiment. It’s a new day. I stretch, yawn, gather up my brand...
ARKLOG 16.1.28 - Fast Forward in ARKLOG: Gamer Addiction Evolved
Idorgaf here. Chieftain of Whitetusk Tribe. When: Day who knows, I was too busy being eaten by dinosaurs to keep a calendar. Where: Dodo Island, colloquially know as the ARK. Somewhere on this go...
ARKLOG 16.1.27 in ARKLOG: Gamer Addiction Evolved
Call me Idorgaf. I am chieftain, high king, and emperor of the Whitetusk Tribe on Dodo Island. I’m pretty sure I’m also the ONLY person on Dodo Island. Everything else is, well. . . listen up. I ...
All The Numbers Between One And Two in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
I do not love you like the annual, or the summer rose with its cast away petals wilting under the dry sun or curling their edges away from the chill breath of fall. I do not love you like the sno...
M0RG4N in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
Ah, hello, old friends and new. I haven’t written prose in quite a while, for myself or anyone else. But I have been faithfully posting poetry, old or new, at least once a day on Instagram for al...
In Justice in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? I may be dark but I'm not dangerous I may be a man, but that doesn't make me a rapist. If I smile at her and tell she's pretty that's a c...
Kepler in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
I'm tired of being bright It's hard to be a star when you can barely see my dying light By the time I hit your narrow-sighted eyes I may be gone I'll be gone I'm so sick of shining sick ...
Make Me in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
Don't just make me your poet, I don't want to settle for being something as mediocre as a writer of couplets even if they're iambic. Make my poem a part of your poetry, so thoroughly entwi...
The world is ready for her Valentine tonight. She's chosen to go with purity, the little white dress instead of the black. But not for a second should we forget this snowy wrap is just a f...
According to my mother, women judge the depth of a man’s readiness for a relationship on the arrangement of his furniture. (And other things, of course.) The specifics of her belief have always b...
Untitled in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
I always did enjoy derailing your thoughts, spinning them round with words til up was down and the stars traded place with Earth and galaxies idled by as your mind wandered lost on the wake...
Chase the Storm - Lyrics in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
If I could take the rainbows Shining in the lights upon the snow I'd put them in a ring for you I wouldn't hesitate Why wait I'm tired of being patient Why wait? While we're still young ...
Tar Baby in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
Reach in deep into the sap of me until you find a piece of amber fossilized by the heat seeping off the magma of unerupted fury that runs beneath the silent, tectonic pressure of stress-tau...
Sacrifice in Poetry & Other Things You Shouldn't Do in Public.
You can have my heart. I'll give it all away. You can have your freedom to wear someone else's chains. I don't have to have you to love you like I do. I will watch as you move on, dear, if...
Being honest with ourselves may be one of the most difficult tasks we’ll ever face. We shroud the truth in layer after layer of obscuring false trails, afraid to look it in the eye. Our truth is ...
I haven't fallen in love in ages think it's due to the war that wages between my too complacent present and my discontented past. I've been too caught up in ghosts with diamonds on their fi...
I periodically like to wear my heart on my Craigslist sleeve. I'll be honest, I've had MORE success from that medium than any other site. It's because I'm a words person. Here's what I wrote this...
I am finally returned to some semblance of health and with mixed feelings about the matter, back at work. Yet, as I don’t tend to write unless I’m at work these days, I suppose it can’t be all th...
Yesterday, I went through a metamorphosis. I became a pyjama beast, an upright cat in flannel pants cozied in its winter lair. I guzzled lasagna like a famous orange-furred feline and slur...
Lyrics I wrote this morning. Sacrificing grammar for metrics makes me hurt, but I like the song anyway. Copyrighted 2013 and all that jazz. She Ain't Perfect When she smiles her teeth ain't...
Ah, Dulcinea, where are you my lovely? I have lain at the feet of giants while they spun their arms in lazy circles in mockery of my effort. I would have rid of the world of their fiendish fl...
A fresh start, a new community, self uprooted and replanted in a different, roomier pot. I am one of a migration, but it's time to hide behind a fresh mask and try on a pseudonym for size. There'...
