earnest-a-robertsWhisper

American
Raining PouringSingle story / Raining Pouring / Window broken
10
May 17, 2021
DeCiSioNTo charge this matter, in all its chaotic fury, without a moment of peace and grace, leaves us battered in a heap of forgotten actions. A choice with no action, an action with no choice are both treasonous to our fate in that it takes no mercy in our results. We fight to keep a struggle under a sea of doubt, gasping for breath until we both fade into the waves. Falling miles from the sky with a determined landing of fatal execution, or being too high and left drifting in endless space. This is the choice I dissolve my being into. Do I leave behind the life I constructed through a limitless desire and burning fire or do I throw away ideas and plans for the chance to hold a reflection of an unshattered heart? Where does this breathe in my soul? How can I end insanity and the vanity? What lives beyond tomorrow when I can barely grasp today?
1
Apr 6, 2018
Inspiration as a kissOh bliss, take me into your arms and cast off the mortal coil that holds me back from your embrace. Let me dissolve into your soft lips and shed away the fears of deaths grip. For your lips are life and creation has never been sweeter.
1
Oct 19, 2017
UNTITLED PROPHECYUnder a fire breathing sky / Next to a land filled of lies / There is a child of pure heart
8
Apr 15, 2016
Simple thingsThis is a Haiku / Just for me to say **** you!" / That is all I need.
3
Apr 15, 2016
Damp house, DDamp no longer holds in me. A dry case misplaced and withheld in its own thoughts. I used to be filled with life of passion and romance. People coming in and out with no worries, fascinating stories, ideas worth pouring, making me damp with tears of joy. Allowing mold to grow into moss at only the cost of being human. I had grown a forest of pure love into the soil, filling the earth with the roots of hope. Intertwined vines grasping the sky of ambition till giants look like ants with their golden harps and corporate rants. But now drained of the moisture of my leaves and dreams, too fast for me to scream or plead. People left me to bleed and kept everything they could touch. Broken alone I can't judge the distance between when I sleep and reality. I have nothing inside to hold the pieces of sanity I seek. So, I let them go. Let the rays of light seep through the broken holes in my worn torn shack. Illuminating the dust of all I have left. Fragments of those that were there. Damp no longer my vocabulary.
1
Apr 13, 2016
Hushwhisper, ssshhh / don't let them hear you / we have to be quite
6
Sep 10, 2015
FragmentsI fear that it will be over / Yet, I see no end to this pain / What did we get with this struggle
24
Sep 10, 2015
Unfiltered truthsThis pain that draws us closer has revealed so much / I have never understood why these thing happen / The life of tension in our hearts pushing us to break all concepts
29
Sep 6, 2015
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