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523 · Nov 2024
Wind's song
Adriana Nov 2024
I am the voice of the wind
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child

Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights

I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
369 · Nov 2024
Purples
Adriana Nov 2024
Nature's best musicians sing
Over lakes and ponds and streams
Sweet and salty waters hum
My guitar strings gently strum

Let the melody of worlds
Convey her gentle sound through you
Drown in deep blues
Sing in strong reds
So that you might live in purples

Follow singing rivers ahead
Go where no man's ever tread
Stay until you lose yourself
Stay until you lose your self
325 · Nov 2024
Oceans
Adriana Nov 2024
The confines of my flesh erode my soul
My ribcage wages war on my heart
I wish to tear myself apart from this prison of rotting bones
As only then should I taste this decaying world's sweetness

I long for the life of the oceans
All-seeing, all-consuming forces of nature
Whose fury submerges cities in its ferocity
Their smooth bodies undestroyable, divine to our wretched forms

The fury in my body was molded for a divine force
My sorrows made only for the inanimate to bear
Loose waves that belong to the oceans
Apathy of the waters is for I took their care
308 · Nov 2024
Waves
Adriana Nov 2024
Once a naive child
Sought after the sea
To feel as vivid blue
As the depths of it

Ventured in too far
Got swallowed by a wave
Trapped into the waters
Dissolving into them

Hence why I have no body
No place to keep my soul
Passed on all my sorrows
To waves crashing on the shore
305 · Nov 2024
First cries
Adriana Nov 2024
Match my ire dear liar
Preach of a demise so dire
Grieve my soul's innate desire
Speak of kindness, light the fire

Birthed sick since first cries
Turn the fury to the skies
Poison embedded through lullabies
Born to feed you with my cries
293 · Nov 2024
Fragile forms
Adriana Nov 2024
Warped into the fabric of your earthly form
My eyes turn blue at the thought of the soul
Roots of worlds unbeknownst
Cower to the dread well known

Through velvet vails of perception
Burns the fire of deception
Flames spread through ivory towers
Fiery vines crawl between blooming flowers

Let me skin your flesh and break your bones
Even should the fire take me whole
In your mangled body lays a thing we long forgot

Should our forms collapse
Would we find forgotten jewels of the past?
Or should we see unmoving stones?
Choose your fate or break your bones
273 · Dec 2024
Halo
Adriana Dec 2024
Before I am reposed at last, weave me a crown of flowers
So for when I pass death's threshold, I might carry life
For the rotting halo I wear might turn me into an angel  
And my decomposing body to have a companion
266 · Nov 2024
Sand lines
Adriana Nov 2024
The sand lines on the shore are just like you and me
Unable to oppose the pull of the sea
Yet every time I draw lines in the sand
I make a wish they would remain until I'm back

I take not two steps and they're washed away
The sea asks me why I come here every day
I move closer to answer the sea
That's when I know sand lines are just like you and me
Adriana 7d
The skies ring out like church bells,
Hollow
When I pray He make me righteous
Faith has only given,
Sorrow
For hate is warped into its fabric

The scriptures are the tongue,
Divine
I never listened how I should have
They go against this body,
Mine
I'm weeping for the child I left


Are holly lies better than this sin,
Love?
Which is most hated by the godly
So declare the Heavens,
Above
Nobody hates me as the faithful love me
70 · Jan 3
Child's tears
Adriana Jan 3
At the window sill I sit to weep my sorrows
Ugly birds join in on my grief
Their hard caws echo my sorry cries
In mourning I have become a bird as unsightly
As grieving crows in barren trees

Why might I weep a loss not lived?
A child's tears I stopped from spilling
Caw ugly birds, for your sorrows
So I might join your wretched song
To pour my troubles to cold skies

Hands made to hold the world, cannot hold a wide-eyed child
Foul cries, like ugly caws, do not comfort
Wipe your eyes youngling, you will never have to caw to the skies
Stop weeping creature, thought you might only cradle dreams
Leave the birds to weep for you
I will never be a mother

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