Just 5 pounds a night
Good bed with breakfast  thrown in
Messy but dead cheap.

Collapsing under its own gravity,
The sun dies a little every day.
Every morning is a reminder,
Of its resilience,
Every night a tale of its loss.

A star shines brightest,
The more closer to death it gets,
Every constellation is a reminder,
that art wears melancholy the best.

Leaning in for a kiss,
The moon creates ripples in the sea's heart
Always reaching out, but never touching,
Every full moon is a reminder,
That it's possible to find contentment
While still longing.

Though today is Tuesday
Many think it Monday,
But that was yesterday...
'Twas a Bank Holiday!
Which in a strange weird way
Many thought was Sunday,
But just on Saturday
All of us knew the day!
But who cares anyway?
Tomorrow is Wednesday,
Just to get through Thursday
Then hooray!! 'Tis Friday!

if you are looking for a victim
just look in front of you
and since i see you in front of me
you must be a victim too

no one here gets justice
in this our modern age
we are all but victims
giving our souls away

no need to look any further
in your daily sacrifice
or pretend to play the victim
as we are all victimized

She was nyctophilia;
In the darkness,
The moon and stars was her Nakama;
She could hear the stars whispering,
And the moon comforting her.
As she licked her wounds and drowns in her own sobs.

In the darkness,
Her room becomes her hermetic fantasy world;
One where her cries sound mellifluous,
One where her wounds look ethereal
Her pain was considered tacenda,
But in that little Universe, she built,
She was rebirth – with each heartbreak.
She is a philocalist - a Lunar Pisces

Memories of bruises
Velvet fit for kings
In the petals of a pansey
Oily sheen of raven's wings
The inside of a geode
Tanzanite in rarest form
The color of a baby's face
Right after it is born
It is the color indgo
To red violet of wine
Tracing stormy sunsets or
Boganvilla vines
Plums and grapes
remind one
Of purple's strange appeal
The color of great bravery
A wound which finally heals
Whatever your mentality
This collage of purple hues
Is simply a mixture of

The colors red & blue


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/2/2017

my heart feels so heavy
weighed down by loneliness
why don't you love me
i did everything right
i did things
i didn't want to do
just so that i could
please you
what will it take
to stitch up the gashes
on my heart
that you cut open
i don't understand
i tried being your everything
but clearly i wasn't enough
because you left me
for her
i shattered my ribcage
when i let you in
but i ignored the pain
because i thought
you were all that i wanted
and that pain was a part
of loving someone
but i was wrong
oh how i was wrong
you made me feel so beautiful
yet so ugly
so perfect
yet so imperfect
so loved
yet so unloved
but still to me
you are beautiful
perfect
and loved
when will i reach that with you
or will i never
be able to obtain
you heart