Erasure-
History is rife with it.
My life-
A footnote in the pages of a dying empire.
There is no freedom without martyrdom.
No civilization without some sort of brutality.
I never understood why people clung so hard to an identity;
I think they don't think they'd survive the transformation.
My butterfly soul
Knows the agony of the chrysalis,
But I made it.
It's so freeing to be on the other side.
I promise you can make it too.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
We suffer the wounds of the dead without knowing.
Until, finally,
It is our turn to die.
We create the scars
The future is haunted by-
Architects of our own disdain.
Cycles cannot be tamed
Only broken.
Humanity has never changed.
Evolution means
Molding into something greater
Than what was.
I dare not refer to myself
By the name
The dead bequeathed to me.
I no longer am.
I can only become.
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 2:26 PM UTC
Fickle memories
Trickle
Down the pickled grooves
Of the brain.
Truth, over time,
Becomes distorted,
But the feelings remain.
The mind decays
And the heart remembers
The warmth of sun rays-
How violently they kiss the skin.
"Did I put on sunscreen today??"
A moment frozen in time
Plays in an endless loop
In my medulla, but its just a feeling;
I cant quite recall the actual scene it alludes to.
I've become exposed nerve-
Reacting only to touch,
I no longer seem to remember much.
I dont even know what I should know.
Oh..
There it is.
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
Blindness:
A courtesy to myself
To not be crushed
By gravity.
In these times,
Caring is not impossible,
But heroic.
But God ****
I am only
Mortal.
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 4:53 PM UTC
Have I become a vestige of memory?
Are words the only thing keeping me....
Alive?
I fear death; both literal and metaphorical.
These letters trickle from my veins-
Crimson rain
To let you know
I'm still up there
Pouring my all
Into whatever container
You need filled.
I am not dead.....
Still
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 3:34 PM UTC
No me entiendes
Simplemente por que no quieres
Hacer el esfuerzo.
es culpa de nadien-
No queremeos amor
Sin retorno;
Lo entiendo,
Pero sin Valor,
Tal vez
Es justo
Que nunca
Ganamos
Nada.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
"Would you follow me
Willfully
To your own destruction?"
Yes
Yes
Yes,
I love
Burning
In the flames
Of flawed
Love
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Where have you gone?
Have you absconded
To somewhere better.
I'm accustomed to loneliness,
But I still hate feeling lonely.
I fester in memories
That keep me an invalid
To love.
If I didn't think you're touch could save me
I'd leave you alone,
But I am prone
To romantic ideas
That have no basis in reality.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
My past creations are revelations
Of the beauty I once possessed.
My mind deserves its rest.
My best
Is distant memory
That I can reflect on
Happily.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
People idolize butterflies
For their beauty,
But curse their fragility.
Being human
Is wanting to contain
That which is better off
Free;
The essence we so desperately
Desire.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC