Words
They dance upon the wind
They are woven in tapestries
They are painted and sketched with pen
They flow from us
They inspire us
When the world is dim
But most of all, they are us
We are written, beginning to end
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
There's no one made of plastic here
We're all made of stone
And though we stand great and tall
Our hearts feel often cold
Though war is waged upon us
We shall never fall
And in our solid countenance
Sorrow's hands unfold
Though time is ever fleeting
And pain does often cease
The casings of our treason
Ever wash our feet
On bedrock, we are fastened
Waiting for the end
And when it does yet meet us
Surely we will bend
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
My heart broke into a thousand pieces
I tried to glue it together again
Some pieces were missing
I called them unnecessary
The backing is showing on my paper-pasted heart
And now I realize that maybe
I needed all the parts
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
It is in the air
The scent of nostalgia and melancholy
It whisks you to a land of memories
On a swift, chilled breeze
It is comfort and adventure wrapped up in a sweater, singing of the beginning of the end of a year weathered by.
The wind, it rocks us and chills us,
And reminds us that newness is coming
After everything dies
With every deep breath comes a moment
To remember a time of mourning for the losses of the year,
A time of comfort and joy for every gain,
A time of hope for what lies ahead
The sun stops burning us
And instead warms us to the inside
As our days shift to marshmallows
And talks by the fire
It is the death and yet the promise of newness
We shed our old skins and prepare for the next; a cacophony of leaves becomes our cocoon.
How nice is autumn,
The friend who meets us to guide us
To the other side
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
Searching, searching, searching
For what I cannot find
Drowning, drowning
In these sands of time
And
Knowing
That all I've left behind
Was me
Changing from this haunted word
I cling to what I thought I heard
To drown alone in passing time
To drown myself in a rhyme
In a painted hollow dream
My castles crumbled in the sand
My hopes become a crushing hand
And I became a denizen
Of the land of forgotten things
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
There once was a boy who danced with the leaves
He whistled the tune of the wooded breeze
he played the drums on the bark of the trees
He heard the sound of life in everything
He grew and grew and the tune did ease
He marched to the sound of clocks and tossed in his sleep
He often dreamed what he could not see
And he heard a song he couldn't quite sing
Until, one day, it was gone
The woods still sang, but he could not hear
The leaves still danced, but he didn't go near
He rushed through life, always looking ahead
He marched to the sound of imaginations dead
At the end of his life, his mind became clear
The wood had been his listening ear
And now he wished the breeze to begin
So that he could feel that he was alive again
The good wood being ever so kind
Whistled its tune to the man once blind
And to the boy who danced in his prime
It sang a lullaby one last time
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC
Ashes and dust make us up
But even ashes cast beauty
Amidst the reaching flames
The remnant of what is left
The former unrecognizable
Beneath the embers and gray
But you see it,
What I could be
If the shell were scraped
And the inside reused
Better than bitter
Brighter in hue
Worn from the weather
But shiny and new
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC
Things don’t feel real like they used to be
I just wanna live in that fantasy
Can it be real?
Can it be real?
Where my hands move stars
Where there are no bars
And I, I am floating free
With no chains to see
Falling through the abyss
You are limitless
And I believe, I believed
There was more than this
That I was more than this
Reality is hitting pavement
But walking on earth feels enslavement
Trying hard to make sense
When standing on clouds is nonsense
Days and days
Of wishing, of forgetting
Who I am
Who are you?
I don’t want to lose this dream
The imagining of who you were to me
Falling through the abyss
You are limitless
And I believed, I believed
There was more than this
That I was more than this
But now, I’m not so sure
People don’t propel you
You must propel yourself
But I’m not a rocket,
and the sky’s the limit
That standing on my toes
I can’t even see
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
Let’s dance in the ruins
Let’s sing in the refrain
One day we’ll be whole again
Though the average uncertain
Keeps on crowding me in
I keep on screaming
This isn’t the end
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
There is no present;
It only exists to become the past,
Simply a collection of memories.
There is only the future
That can never be reached.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC