Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
Intertwined with shadows,
Of playful voices of madness
Do you remember,
When everyone forgot her?
And she was left to wilt
Like a flower in the snow
Do you remember,
When she stopped being scared?
As the madness and hysteria became no different
In the eyes of lost Octavia
Do you remember,
The eldritch one who's Octavia?
That unsettling childishness of the maddened girl
Lingered in her parents' hearts
Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
She's running the corner store, smiling so sweetly
With a torn book in her hand...
and a sharp blade
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
The twilight sky gives off feelings, of...
Amor, is that the word?
Regardless, a feeling lingers in my heart
And I don't know what to call it
Worry,
curiousity,
fear,
animosity,
sickness,
innocence,
thoughtfulness,
thoughtlessness,
and everything in between
For him,
My sweet son of yore,
The knight that would do anything for the safety of mine
And for his kingdom too,
I shall sing this twilit lullaby.
A blanket on your body,
A pillow to rest your head,
And a book to read the stories
Of love, fear, and dread.
And when you fall asleep,
It's when the madness begins to resound.
Your mother, your guardian, your angel
Like a golden goddess, with her sword,
To cut away the fear.
She, too, shall sing this twilit lullaby,
And with her sword, shall vanquish the madness and fear.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Another night, another period in solitude
At least, that's what I think
Everyone's asleep, counting the stars in their dreams
But the stars I count are all real
Silver mane, eyes of rubies
You seemed to have came out of a painting
And a heart not of stone, but of gold
That cared for every being I could think of
She caught me in her web, but she meant no ill will
That woman was proof kind spiders could exist
If only she could've stayed forever, with me
If only...
However, it wasn't meant to last
The battles threatened the safety of her
I promised I would protect her 'till the end of my days
Alas, it wasn't enough
A single slash, and you fell
A sobbing screech sadly cut short
Laying on the ground, you rubies fading
My loved, fading away
And now I bask in the eternal night
Writing this moonlit requiem
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
Cinders and ashes cover the ground
Mama and papa nowhere to be found
I scream out loud; no, there's no sound
Oh where, oh where, could they be
Mama and papa nowhere to be found
Could they be singing my lullaby
Oh where, oh where, could they be
Please, cry out that old melody
Could they be singing my lullaby
I shant go far from the truth
Please, cry out that old melody
The song that reminds me of you
I shant go far from the truth
I know they'll be sleeping with stars
The song that reminds me of you
That one last tune from afar
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
Every day, you look at the sunset.
It's the end of a day, and a beginning of a night.
A cold, lonely night.
Yet you hate lonely, cold things.
So why is it, that you enjoy looking at the thing that starts what you hate the most?
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
I look at the old shop
It only closed a few days ago
I remembered it by name
And the people that worked there
Their names were Jane and Harold
A couple who started the business on their honeymoon
A simple store, selling simple things
Coats, towels, brooms
And yet I always came
So they could be happy
However, money was tight
Few customers ever came
The two grew worried
They couldn't keep up, but they tried to
Sold all their belongings, just so they could be happy
Jane was infertile, but she knew the shop was her baby
When she cried, Harold cried
And eventually, they let go
I walked to the empty storefront
Sometimes I could see the two smiling
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
The diner has lots of shakes
Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry
But none of them have the power
To cure my broken heart
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Flowers share their golden bloom
I know everything'll be okay
And they'll get rid of all my gloom
I sing songs inside of my tomb
"You have to stay in there," they say
Flowers share their golden bloom
I already know about my certain doom
The skies turn a brilliant gray
And they'll get rid of all my gloom
I can't sleep in this bedroom
I think thoughtfully about today
Flowers share their golden bloom
Soldiers share a final legume
Bombs fly in a beautiful array
And they'll get rid of all my gloom
Blood splatters, a red abloom
This would be further known as D-Day
Flowers share their golden bloom
And they'll get rid of all my gloom
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
I'm feelin' pretty tipsy now
Dancing to the beat, huh
Hey, sweep me off my feet
And take me to the moon
Dancing to the beat, huh
Serve me a martini
And take me to the moon
So we could eat the stars
Serve me a martini
And we'll run away, yeah
So we could eat the stars
Tiny bite-sized bits
So we could eat the stars
Hey, sweep me off my feet
Tiny bite-sized bits
I'm feelin' pretty tipsy now
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
The snowy mountains of old
Rose up above the top
Teeny tiny raindrops came
Onto the ground, plip plop
Children young and old run
Ready to slip and fall
Once they saw their bruises
They would whine, scream, bawl
There was woman in a house
Known as Ellie Regard
She ran a petite flower shop
And once dated a bard
She said, "I know you're having fun
But worry about this town
Soon the rain will grow plentiful
And then we will all drown."
Not heeding her warnings
They shunned her little shop
They threw dung and wet clothes
On the ruby red rooftop
Ellie could not help but scream
And run far away
Into a dark and cold cave
Where she would stay
It came to the point when the rain
Grew a staggering whole foot
Frantically, they tried to counter it
By throwing bags of soot
Ellie felt a dark force
Whispering to her ear
She hit it in a fit of whiplash
And begged, "Please disappear!"
Shots rang out into the night
The only source of light
Ellie screamed once more and ran
And saw the flooding town
In a livid shock she said,
"I knew you all would drown!"
But she herself was swept up
Struggling for air
A wooden oar that had splintered
Took hold of her red hair
She knew that she would not live
And knew that she could not forgive
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC