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376 · Nov 2012
I was asleep...
BarelyABard Nov 2012
I
Was
Asleep
When
The
World
Started
To
End.
370 · Feb 2019
Flames
BarelyABard Feb 2019
What can you hold,
with hands made of fire?
Attempting to warm
those lost in the cold;
pining to dispel
the darkest hallways.
Do I help,
or do I harm?
While intending
to inspire...
am I setting lives
on fire..?
Lonesome embers
leaping from my lips
and fingertips
of flint and steel...
should I keep them
to myself?

Passion spreads
like a forest fire,
Forgive me
if it burns,
I have so much
left to learn.
370 · Oct 2015
One Last Song
BarelyABard Oct 2015
I have always told myself, if by chance one day I decided to say "**** it" and speed up up the slow process of death, the last sound I would long to hear would be the breathtaking notes of beethovens moonlight sonata.

In all my years of open ears, I still have never found so beautiful a mixture of musical notes.
The sad piano keys have always tore at my heart in ways I can never fully understand, but it never made me sad. In fact, it did the opposite. It made me feel so... alive.
I could feel my heart beating and my mind swirling at the emotion flowing from centuries ago. What beauty it had brought...
If i were to choose my own method of demise, then would it not make sense to choose the one piece of music that made me feel alive one last time.
329 · Nov 2012
I Still Remember
BarelyABard Nov 2012
I wake up and you are not there.
Hopefully I am still asleep.
But then I realize you left me
And I don't blame you in the slightest.
327 · Dec 2018
(Un)real
BarelyABard Dec 2018
Lovely paths
aren't meant
to last.

The splendor
of a lily
will always
wilt away,

but...

perhaps
you'd prefer
a plastic one?

A forgery
of sincerity?

Meant to last
forever
on a shelf
collecting dust.

Tell me,
do you want to feel,
or lapse
into illusion,
imitating something
real?
319 · Feb 2019
Dispel the Madness
BarelyABard Feb 2019
Observe and absorb
             that which
         forges strength of heart.
                 Acknowledge and relinquish
                       toxic shackles
               of your soul.

                          Be aware
                  of what you bear;
              and immerse yourself
                        in honesty.

                                               Gaze into
                                        the parts of you
                                 where fearless men
                       still quake with dread.

Determine
      what will nourish
          tales and pathways
    yet to tread,
                and cast aside
        the demons
              planting venom
                        in your head.
266 · Dec 2018
Amogheist
BarelyABard Dec 2018
How do you lay flowers
on a grave
of something still alive?
Haunted by
the amogheist,
do we mourn
or
should we rage?

To be aflame
in the throes
of passion,
warm and comfortable
only to remember
how cold
the world can seem
when fires
are extinguished.

Memory can be
a blessing,
or a curse.
Do we haunt
or are we haunted?
Left with words unsaid
and eyes
bathed of
fading moonlight.

Grateful to be reminded
of a flame
thought dead,
but lamenting
the knowledge
of how fleeting
it can
be.
Love *****, sometimes.

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