As a kid I was taught one thing
Legends do not exist
But some days
I'm still dreaming a world of happy ever after
While feeding into my mind
The power of disasters
I still believed
Head in clouds and I could breathe again
Let go of fears and I could tread on air
To feel lighter than ever before
To outgrow the scars covering what's within
Like burnt up embers smothering the fire that is our skin
And I've tried so hard
Why is the world around me still so dark?
Almost did I lose myself to the hands of Strangers
But I remember back then who you were
You didn't mean to make my world light up
And I can see now that you left it far behind us
But I cannot get used to this
The feeling of uncertainty
It pushes me
To want to know more
And the more I know the less I believe
So maybe legends they do not exist
But I see you, kid
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 12:32 AM UTC
So often we see this colorful world in black and white; not out of generalization, but because we are curious of what’s beneath.
Beneath the gradients are newfound knowledge, for knowledge is comfort;
but beneath the blankets of recollection is a restless soul tugging away at the sun;
beneath ourselves lay vessels of blood connecting a sea of conscience;
beneath the tides an equal and opposite wave, pulsing through the veins of dimensions and forces beyond our grasp,
a testimony of the indescribable unknown.
Through curiosity we become overwhelmed, and do not wish to know more than what we can see.
So yes we generalize.
Funny how duality works.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
the last dimming room
in this tormenting gloom
a shade above the darkest hues
bleeding as it dances
stretched across the canvas
endlessly it blends into view
but as the colors fade
from all the works you've made
you hope that it won't catch up to your pace
but as time wins the race
the abyss will still remain
the only thing left that knows your name
the abyss will give you hope
if you'd just let it go
better days await you from below
bleeding while recalling
the colors you've forgotten
give in to the whispers of the fallen
a cycle is endless
only we can end it.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
Explorers of the tundras.
Wanderers of a higher purpose,
Bearing the throes of a million winters,
Carrying the flame as the others retreated within their burrows.
In darkness we see no night.
Deep within nature's deadfall lies another sunrise,
Another day in search of a memory.
Who knows what they'll find?
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
I stand before the clouds where the sky opens up
the outside air is refreshing in the rain
it's always lovely
watching as it pours
over this rundown metropolis
across the alley ways and bus stops
passing through the breeze at day
blending into the city lights at night
a beautiful water world
all coming to life
and in the midst of it all
a lone observer
wandering the streets
underneath the velvety deep red
my favorite umbrella
it looks out for me
protecting me from the torrent
but I'm not always obedient
I love how it spatters
splashing softly against my legs
slowly seeping into my shoes and socks
it's a cold and fuzzy feeling
the others choose to wear plastic coats
big enough to hide themselves
boots to keep steady and never wash away
but my umbrella is all I have
maybe I'm hopeless
maybe I don't know any better
but when it opens up
everything feels a little more okay
and that's all I ever need
I walk where the streets are empty
winds more heavy as the storm approaches
the others hurried to leave
in search of something else
a new shelter, hope, anything
when they showed their faces
I could see the clouds in their eyes
they were just like me
but there's no one here anymore
when suddenly the rain stopped
where I was
in the eye of the storm
the only spec of color in a thousand miles
a velvety, deep
blood red
I'm just an observer
who sees not with eyes
a beautiful water world
when everyone cries.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
A capsule for your mind
To rediscover in time
When you come back down
Somewhere they can't find you
In case you ever forget
Here's something to always remind you
You are loved
You are precious
And in time you will learn to love
Your own body and mind
Take a walk
Go outside
If you are ever stuck in a loop
Don't be afraid to take chances, okay?
Promise me that
I trust you
Now go
You can do it!
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
I knew of a boy who cried wolf
He was once a bright soul
Shattered by something he saw
That day
He screamed in terror as we just watched
His cries echoed by the utter silence and oblivion surrounding him
At first we were quiet, then we laughed
But we didn't like him much
So we ate into him if we got agitated
Took our anger out on him if we wanted
After all, to us
All he could do was cry
So the story goes
With no remains to bury
For the troublesome boy
That always seemed to be haunted
By the wolf inside each and every one of us
We didn't deserve him
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
All the people, all the people
They love to hide and seek
When there's champagne and the bands play
That's when they come
All the people, all the people
They always leave too soon
As they seek out from this lighthouse
No Mayflower
In June
In the room full of people
That always talk so low
When they can't find my best side
That's when they'll go
Oh, all the people, all the people
They won't come back for me
When I sailed home I held on
A Mayflower
Lost at sea
All the people, all the people
Won't let me play hide and seek
When I scream out in this big crowd
There's only me
In the room of their rumors
Of a world I've went to see
All the people, all the people
They never smiled at me
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Stuck, we are
White noise that never developed color
In black rooms we sit
Guiding the stage lights
As we sleep here tonight we contemplate
How to break its walls
Our connection was the light
Consuming us, spitting us out
We all become static
This city doesn't sleep
It doesn't wake up
We only observe
Talk of how and when
It could all be over
By the touch of a button
Click of a mouse
Twist of a plot
Stuck, I was
In the shapes of another dimension
Residing in this room with you
Yet so far apart were we
Between our respective stage lights
Our connection was the dark
Where your day ends and mine begins
Somewhere along these footprints
That grew more and more apart, animalistic
Where I was made part of your twisted world
As you became of mine
We'll crawl deep in each other's psyche
And live in each other's fantasies
Just like the shows you see on TV
But the reality is
We'll always end up in this same room
A room of no walls
Where time will stop
And I will stare back
I watch you watch me
It all depends on perspective
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
When I was born
I couldn't say words
When I was a child
They couldn't understand
When I grew up
They stopped listening
As I grew older
I slowly became them
As time reciprocates what I tell you,
The words that escape will tell time.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC