Shallow shadows of darkness past.
Feeble light shining a path.
Weakened soul struggles to make way.
Burning Ashes become dusted air.
Faded tears like rain that soaks the Earth.
Unanswered words becoming enraged cry's.
Beckoning soul calling to the world.
Freedom,seeking repayment for it's pain.
Dec. 7,22
By Blackrose
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
Darkened clouds turn souls red.
Sorrow filled eyes become like blackened sea.
Cries of pain are that of souls lost to the forgotten.
Surrounded by shadows that creep through mist.
Find yourself within woods of ancient creation.
Creatures of darkness do rome here be weary of your footing.
Blood of mortal,blood of beast mingling as one.
Ancient right, time has come.
The path of new life, old to young.
Power abound, magic is the source.
Beast be the maker.
Blood is the key.
May 6, 2022
May 6, 2022 at 2:36 PM UTC
Darkness that fills the mind
Filling the eye of the beholder
A dessert path that is deserted by the truth but filled with lies
We're lies only the serpents of untruth and illusions
Leading towards the waters of faith and strength
But possible loss and pain
All dependent on the Storm and the waves
Where land meets sky but the sky is free
Can one truly see
Land is nature but life itself is home
Home is acceptance of life
Sun turning to moon is epicenter of change
To become something new
Altering what once was
To coexist with all that surrounds
To be a part of all
To accept all that is
To deny nothing
To be everything
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
Loss is a thought
An emotion
Causing pain
Loneliness
Emptiness
We feel it
We sense it
Never heal from it
Always is it there
Somewhere
Day or night
An infinite existence
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 6:56 AM UTC
My nerves always crying
My muscles always screaming
My bones always aching
Be sensitivity
the pain
The discomfort
the agony
The source of my pain fibromyalgia
The source of my pain my spine
Everyday a hardship
Everyday more meds
Everyday no new answers
Everyday lack of Truth lack of help
People see me and do not believe
people hear me and do not understand
This pain cannot be seen
this pain cannot be heard
it can only be felt by those who are forced to deal with it
By those who suffer it
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
Wanting to hear sound
Loud
Middle
Soft
The sound of music
To hear one's voice
To listen to life
Life all around
Day time
Night time
Sound of birds
Sound of water
Sound of people
To hear all
When silence surrounds us
To feel sound through touch
When touch is impossible
But important
Sound
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC
It is not pretend
it is not fake
it is not in the mind
it is in the body
it is real it
is there
do not call me a liar
do not say I am faking
you do not understand
therefore you cannot accept
Our nerves are always hurting
are muscles are constantly seizing
are bones constantly swelling and in pain
These are the signs remember them
Some of us can walk some of us can move some of us are stuck some of us cannot
some of us have it easy meds are helping some of us are not so lucky meds are failing
For me I'm the ladder I am stuck I am in pain meds do nothing
This is just how it is this is how it will always be
Remember this condition is real and it is not fake
Scarlet rose
April 13th 2020
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
sensory overload
to much noise
so much light
the living life
the dying
a heart beat
a breath
sensory overload
walking hurts
hearing agonizing
seeing to much
sensory overload
the light of day
the darkest of night
all to bright
the middle ground
none exist
were quit rains
sensory overload
disapear
scarlet rose
dec 17,19
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
The summer heat always Pleasant,
Always kind,
Always sincere,
As fall comes summer fades,
A breeze, a chill arises,
We can smell winter in the air,
The cold becomes strong,
Lack of warmth increases,
Thus then we see spring around the corner
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
The tide of life always shifting and changing, had become confusing and filled with turmoil without rest. I see the gate being flooded by uncertainty and hesitation. The ideas that should slow coming to a stop, leaving false paths of hope and truth. Whilist the rain falls and the clouds turn grey, I wonder where my path should truly start or stop. Can one such as I truly have hope of dreams completion. Should I Ponder unto a revelation without point of view that is clear. Can this singular soul /spirit exist within a false world of life. Where does the truth truly lie, and where does the lie truly begin. We as individuals see only what is shrouded blinding ourselves to the unshrouded. For to see the truth is to see one's falseness and lies. One's true soul/heart.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC