Art is like a furnace, and I the sword.
Struck by each verse and quenched by each chord.
Through the flames, I will always be reforged.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 1:44 AM UTC
Till thee are.
Till thee be.
Covered in the light, Josephine.
High the tides he brings, oh yesterseve.
And pains so true,
Yielding all familial antiquities.
Yet, still, the glimmer remains.
On a Christmas Day,
The choirs echo on sunlight rays.
....
A blossom from within.
Since thee are.
Since thee be.
Covered in the light, Josephine.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 1:39 AM UTC
Sarah, can I believe in evergreens?
Trees so glorious it's forever green.
When, the dust of sands is all that is seen.
Here upon this land, the trees never seed.
The dry beds where the rivers never meet.
And the brushes crumble beneath my feet.
Where the sun scorches everything in sight.
Where the moon tides the waveless earth, respite.
Who am I to believe in evergreens.
Trees so glorious they're forever green.
When, for ages, this is all that's been seen.
Here upon this land, nothing ever seeds.
Sarah, I can't believe in evergreens.
Sarah, I can't believe in anything.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 10:42 PM UTC
I think I loved you once upon a whispers dream.
I think I cared for you more than I thought,
More than it really must seem.
Because what is love to a seed?
A seed with no real intentions.
With no real expressions, but its expected
To grow.
To grow, in the ash painted battlefield,
Where the war set its claim.
The field you fled from, yet your spout remained.
A seed without its sower? A farm without its grower,
but somehow it continued to maintain.
In the beep pits of soot, it set's its proclaims
However, without its owner, it was all said in vein.
I'm sorry, let me refrain.
Refrain from expressing too much because I think it was all too late.
Refrain from expressing it all because I think you were my soul mate.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.
but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.
instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"
by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
You know, it's funny,
I had that ringing in my ear.
You know, that funny feeling,
A tinglin' in my ear.
So I went a snoopin'
And it's what I've always feared.
He was creepin'
He was sleepin'
With all the volunteers.
"Volunteer?"
With all the volunteers.
"Volunteers! What?"
Yes, with all the volunteers.
He was rollin'
He was dippin'
He was flippin'
He was eatin'-
"Volunteers!"
With all the volunteers.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
every body
is addicted to something
& this body
seems to love
sadness
darkness
& pain -
this mind
unearths emotions
that cause
quite the commotion
to encourage a reaction
so intense
just to distract
from the silence
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms
It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces
of your heart
that you don't yet understand
It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave
It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
The midnight
It brings out something amazing from within
It's either when you feel your most pain or your most love
But that night
We felt our most love
There was no need for words cause we both felt it
Just a touch from you
Made my heart... you know
When you held my waist I wished we could have stayed like that forever
But that ended
We went our separate ways
But still remained in that moment
Arguing about the night and day while the sun slowly rose in the east
Both fighting sleep just so we can keep talking to each other
But all good things must come to an end
It all felt like a dream but thank goodness it wasn't
Thank you Midnight
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
There was a time of Twos and Fours.
The Dawn of love blinded by naiveté, never to endure.
When a breach of confusion commenced the cold war.
Four, strained by antipathy, refused to vocalize.
Two with contrition that's finally realized.
There once was a time of Twos and Fours.
A time that passed but you can not ignore.
Now there will be zero, none, no more.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC