Kairosclere

Kairosclere Dec 2020

Eyes.

If my eyes
Are the windows
To my soul,
Let's see
How well
You can read
A void.

*laughs in dark circles and burnout*

Kairosclere Dec 2020

Untitled

Is it easier
To be buried under
My own expectations
Or just those
Of society?

Just find me sixty feet under a hundred feet of due assignments.

Kairosclere Dec 2020

Time.

How easy is it
To lure me in
With whispered promises
Of better futures
Alas in the contract I signed,
I forgot to read the fine print.

Also, the fine print prolly says "life *****. Deal with it. Free depression for sixty years with one time purchase"

Kairosclere Dec 2020

Reach.

I yearn to be
In all the places
That we cannot reach
And maybe taste that success
That people claim
To be so sweet.

I mean, though, it should be easy xD
Too lazy to actually work, yet I want everything the world has to offer :'

Kairosclere Dec 2020

Chances.

If I were to
Spew a poem
From the depths of my mind
Within seconds
I'm afraid of the words
Lurking beneath the surface
Those which I've managed to lock
Would pounce
Upon the first chance of release.
Maybe that's why
I write about them
Rather than what they are.
And so, I ask,
To be or not to be:
A walking contradiction.

Kairosclere Nov 2020

Mould.

Wax melts
Heated and moulded
To a shape
Of your desire
Only to dissolve
Under heat.

Imposed, or fake personas don't last long.

Kairosclere Nov 2020

Soar.

Find me,
A bumblebee,
Made not for flight,
Soar.

You know, bees aren't made to fly, only to hop from one flower to another to collect nectar; their small wings unable to support their weight. They still try. Maybe there's something to learn there.