Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Noire Nov 2024
Rot
Time degrades, that is a matter of fact.
That which does not degrade only exists within the mind,
But minds degrade too, and what can an animal do when its cage caves in on itself?

Time removes, that is a matter of reason.
That which remain eternally only exists in realms beyond our imagination,
But imagination can only get you so far, and what can your creativity do when you come upon the incomprehensible?

Time embellishes, that is a matter of deduction.
That which remains in obscurity only need more time,
But time forgets, and what remains of the colossal wreck when a million years past?
Why do you like this
I do not understand
Noire Nov 2024
I      
      say
There are
better things
left in the dust
under worthless junk.
If you look for long enough,
Perhaps you can find something.
A shining diamond, rough in the making,
But someone else's trash could very well be your treasure.
Youtube, really
Noire Nov 2024
They say that windows are beautiful.
Elegant, truly, and crafted with mastery.
Especially the stained-glass windows,
They shatter so easily.
Noire Nov 2024
Quickly fastly now's the time to act.
Slow and steady 's never got you past.
Jump out screaming and show your self.
Cowering in fear will never get your soul.
Three's never enough to do naught,
Four's still never quite the charm.
One more, just one more now,
I'll get it and right 'way be done.
I have no idea how apostrophes work as phonemes, but an attempt was made
Noire Nov 2024
Hey you, remember me?
I wonder what's on your mind right now
Is it
    The cries of wrath
    The laughs of scorn
    The quiet of grief
    The seeking of worth

Or is it
    The cries of joy
    The laughs of friendship
    The quiet of satisfaction
    The seeking of good rest

Oh, sorry, the cat just jumped on the table.
I'll let her speak a while.
Ffggg yvjvuugbybyhhjh unhf
That's enough for now.
See you tomorrow!
Noire Nov 2024
We live in a society
That knows no individuality.
Their incessantly blaring sirens and bells
Know so much but have none to tell.

Perhaps to begin truly living,
One must find a sanctuary to live in.
And listen, briefly without speaking,
To what the birds are saying.
Noire Nov 2024
He stares into the eye of that deceased,
And quietly whispers: "It's okay."
With gentle hands he puts her down,
And rise from his statuesque pose.

We often try to land with some fashion,
A trickshot or a backflip.
But sometimes it is better to just,
Keeping falling for a while longer.

Just remember when you stand again,
To try not to rot away, please.
Next page