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EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
Lately, they've been stormy; trapped in a field of electricity, I'm scared. And as I ponder the world once the clouds aren't so heavy, the world with clarity; I find myself wondering...




do they care?
i am aware  ¿


Shaken by the voices in my clouds;

                                       you will never be enough
                                       You are unworthy of love
                                                       Give up
                                    They will prove us right again
                                  They will break your pitiful heart


                                                         ­           I'm covered in this darkness.

Swallowed alive by the destruction in my ever-living mind
Why, why must I strive for the basic right to breathe...
to live
to laugh
to love...

When I look above I follow below, who knows this answer.

I'm stressed, floating, choking, hanging by my thoughts
Stuck in the clouds.
                                  .
                     ­             .
                                  .
              ­                    .
                                  .
       ­                           .
                                  .
­                                  .

Finding the path in which my purpose lies...i try. With a wish upon a star for 21 summers and 21 winters, I may only plea that it come true.


Because...I'm scared
That if It doesn't
I'll forever...be stuck in the clouds
Floating
F
A
R




a w a y~
EmperorOfMine Aug 2020
Maybe I don't listen enough
Forever cursed to ponder the many confusions of reality
Why am I me
Why do I think and feel the way I do
Why can't I just not exist
Why

I feel like I am in a box I can't escape from squeezing me till I lose my breath, just to open up just enough to give me some form of hope

A nightmare that I'm stuck in, at least till death does us apart
Nothing I say about me is ever quite right
But then why do I even get to be me, if I don't understand me

Why am I forced to suffer, just because I exist the way I do

What point is this supposed to make
I don't think I can take it any longer
EmperorOfMine Aug 2020
In the seemingly endless void, a door sits in the center.
A light shines a circle around the door.
You may knock on the door, but will someone answer?
This door is decorated, colored, and shaped in its own unique way.
This door leads to someone's life.
Just because it's there does not mean to interact, however, it doesn't not mean to either.
Would you go to the door and destroy it, despite the acknowledgment that it is not yours?
Would you like the same in return?
Then don't do that to someone's life.
EmperorOfMine Jul 2020
Somewhere the Moon goes to speak with a Star
That Star comes from a galaxy not like our own
To the Moon, says the Star, "I want to go that far"
To the Star says the Moon, "But there, I, all alone"
Then the Moon faced the Sun, and the planets all around
"I'm never alone here", says the Moon, "No matter where I go"
The Star shimmered, "That's why I'm here" he felt so proud
"Because now that I am here, with you, i have somebody i know"
The two giggled, and the Earth saw them together
"Hello North, hello Moon", the Earth said quietly
"Hello Earth", they both said joyfully
Together they glanced forward, "aeternum", Earth said somberly
And afar, the Black Hole said longingly, "Deus tecum est" gingerly


/The Sun burned brightly in a distance, droning an endless tone
Warm the heatless abyss around it for all to know, it, too, exists.
/
EmperorOfMine Jul 2020
Such a pleasantry to go to town
Like a lullaby, it's going down
And all their sentences, six months of hell
Like taking a smoke trip with ringing bells
oh
a withering smoke dream
Can't know what it means
A lack of some clarity
Nothing's what it seems
so
Falling through a smoke cloud
The racing singing drowns out
A somber phased reality
An endless galaxy
EmperorOfMine Jul 2020
He's beautiful.
A cultural salad bowl.
As he saunters the halls lined with the eyes of public youth,
he finds himself directly in front of another boy.

A boy with the skin of snow, tinted with a pink blush.
Rugged, broken, a boy who has seen the world falter in front of him.
The boy of snow glares at the boy of culture.
He strikes him down, lacking hesitation.
A mysterious rage possessed the boy of snow...why was he so angry?

The boy of culture gazed up at the boy of snow,
aware of his own strength and weapons,
yet he took the choice to not entertain him.
He got up, and walked away, one piercing gaze, and vanished within the crowd of youth.

The boy of snow, caught by the glare of the boy of culture.
A piercing stop in time...exhilarating.
Why did he let him go?
He didn't seem afraid at all, if anything, he wanted him to follow.

This is the start of a twisted love story.
EmperorOfMine Jul 2020
The addiction to a drug that helps you escape the gaping hells of reality; *****...
down into the tunnel of withdrawal
Desiring more
An endless cycle of want
Just like ***
Like virginity taunts
And as you suffer deeper into the tunnel
A pondering poet sinks deeper
Begging for mercy for his sins
And as he loses himself in the beast that sinks its teeth
He finds himself looking at life with a different lens
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