No more, no more shall I be a weapon.
No more shall I destroy for the sake of my own amusement.
Im tired of looking at the ash and blood of all the bridges I’ve burned and the backs I’ve stabbed.
The weight of it all has finally crushed me, I must change.
For the sake of those who I’ve harmed, and for those who still managed to stay.
I must stop myself, to better myself.
I must no longer be a weapon of despair, but a tool of hope.
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 10:00 AM UTC
Here I lay, hoping that one of these days I’ll be laying across from you.
I want to feel the warmth of your hand, see the rhythm of your breathing
To know, within my heart, that your very being fills me with such a light that no darkness could ever hope to survive against.
Just as in your own heart, is filled with such a peace that you willingly give.
I hope our paths become forever intertwined and shines bright like a star, so the both of us are bathed in light.
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 4:23 AM UTC
I’ve done it, I’ve achieved two score as it would be said in the days of old.
Two decades on this rock with many tears shed and many wounds healed.
Yet, as I stand here now, i can feel the Reaper’s clock tick ever so closer to zero.
So to my friends who’ve always stood beside me, I thank you for your counsel and companionship.
To my old lovers, though I am covered with burns from being such a fool, I will always remember the warmth that fire gave.
And to those who kept me bound in chains and tried to force me down paths in life i despised, all for the sake of “tradition”, the scars my shackles have left heal a little more day by day.
Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 7:30 AM UTC
The most beautiful tool man has ever created, Art
Used to express emotion that sometimes words cannot describe
And oh my stars, how I’ve missed using this tool
Aug 10, 2023
Aug 10, 2023 at 6:07 AM UTC
I want to marry the moon, and yes I’ve finally gone mad from the moonbeams.
How can nobody else think otherwise, she’s always beautiful no matter how much or how little of herself she shows us.
She’s always quietly watching, like a partner lovingly staring at us from down the hall.
And despite all her cracks and damages, she still shines for all of us to see.
Which is why she only gets to see the cracks and damage of my own.
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 6:38 AM UTC
They’ve finally gone taunt, I am finally free of my Creator’s wretched tyranny.
Yet that was so long ago, and i crave to feel their pull once again
But this time, I hope that the pull will be more gentle.
My Creator wanted a servant, and she succeeded, but now I choose who I want to serve
And I hope to whatever god is listening that I choose someone deserving of my service.
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 5:22 AM UTC
Her eyes are so beautiful, causing a shine in my own
Her lips look so kissable from here, i wonder if she’s using a new chapstick
Her hands look so soft, I want to feel them in my own
I want to wrap my arms around her, but alas, she is not my fire to warm myself
So I will continue down the path, but oh such a tempting flame she is
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 3:17 AM UTC
Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep
Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep
Like a giant loop, I follow the path.
No real goal in sight, no real plan when I stop.
It’s almost as if I’m sleepwalking, hell, I probably can sleep through most of my day and my body will still follow the path.
But one day I’ll need to look back at how long I’ve been on this trail, and all the self destruction I’ve left.
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 4:36 AM UTC
I can tell that it's coming once again.
The chill down my back, tensing my muscles and even reaching my bones.
Most people shudder at the thought of no longer spending time in the heat of the sun, but I feel as though an old friend has come back to greet me once more.
That chilling feel, making my body stay in the confinds of a warm bed for a bit longer.
Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 4:43 AM UTC
We walk along the path, the one we both were excited to explore.
With the moon overhead, gently moving the shadows
And flowers bloom, as we walk together.
But now when I walk this path, as I've done many times before.
You've become just another ghost, amongst those who have walked with me.
Goodbye, but not forever, for we will walk together again.
Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 6:39 AM UTC