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EmperorOfMine Jul 2022
In a land called Gold Dust, there were three men who visited a tree surrounded by sand the color of gold. The tree was as old as the land, and shimmered in the light because of some of the sand that would catch upon it.

One of the men came from a very hard life of poverty. He had nearly nothing to lose and everything to gain. He lived in this poverty since he was born, and will never see complete convenience that this world has to offer.

"I need a sip of water", this man said one day, in the shade of the tree as he dozed to sleep.

When he woke up he saw a half a coconut on the ground in front of him. The coconut was full of water, about enough to fill one cup.

Delighted, he took a sip, and then brought it to others who were thirsty, where he has been living.

Later that day, another man came to the tree, and upon the shade, the man spoke as he dozed off.

"I need water to cook today".

When he woke up, there was a jar of water in front of him. The jar was filled to the brim.

Delighted, he took hold of it, and brought it to his home, he made a large *** of food with the water and celebrated with anyone willing.

Once more, that night, a man came to the tree. The man observed the tree and it's beauty in the moonlight. He decides to lay next to the tree, and sobs.

"I don't have any water and it is hot and dry everywhere. This tree must be so satisfied to have water. I want the water that will satisfy my suffering".

The man drifted to sleep as he wept. When he woke up, there was a coconut in front of him full of water. The man became upset and decided not to take hold of it. He left the tree to search for water, but came back to find nothing but the tree in the golden sand, later that night.

"I had enough water to fill a cup, but what about water to cook something to eat? I want the water that will satisfy my suffering."

Once again he fell asleep, but when he woke up, there was a jar of water filled to the top in front of him. The man became upset and decided not to take hold of it. He left the tree and searched for water, but when he came back, the jar was also gone, and left in it's place was the tree and the sand, later that night.

"I had enough water to fill a cup, and a *** to cook food to eat, but what about enough water to find food to eat? I want the water that will satisfy my suffering".

When the man woke up, in front of him was an ocean of water, fishes, and a nice breeze that came from the water. The man became upset, because although he finally got what he wanted, there were people fishing In the ocean, and all by the water.

"Woe is me, everyone who asked for water, got what they wanted, but why not me. Why are all these people touching my water."

In the sky, a voice could be heard.
"I gave you what you asked for, are you not satisfied, because I gave these people the same?"

The man fell to the ground, but did not lose his sorrow.

"They may have water"

Out the mans mouth were words that could not be found in his heart.

The man, came to the tree and spoke again, in the middle of the night.

"I would like a wall to hide the water behind it. I would like a ladder attached to the wall, but only I can climb it. They will have to find another way to get the water."

In the morning, there was a large wall of sand that covered the sight of the water from the people of the land. The only person who could see the glass ladder to climb the wall was the man. Using leaves and mud to climb the ladder, he found the sight of the water, but when he got to the other side, it was filled with water.

"I cannot swim, this is too much water for only me, someone help me, out of my water"

But when people heard his cries, they realized there was no way to get up to him, as the ladder could not be seen by anyone else.

The man cried and begged to be let out, but no one could help...
The water washed the man away, and in the belly of the water was the man, in the belly of a family of fishes.

Eventually, the sand wall was cracked by the pressure of the water, and water came down and into the land. The people were prepared for the water to overflow, so they prepared ditches for the water to stream through.

When the water streamed through the ditches the water never stopped, and the people never ran out of water again.

The End.
Aug 2021 · 136
Crystal Jail
EmperorOfMine Aug 2021
Behind the cell of a crystal jail
We talk about our lives in hell
I call upon you to come to me
But every time our union fails
The signal must have interception
Or else it was never meant for us to come together
People use to praise these crystal jails
But I really feel our lives before them were better.
So don't you forget about me
Because this story has been written before us
I meet you, we fall, you float and I ball
The only embrace I have is for impact
And you'll have another person you'll be with in no time
Almost like we never met on these crystal jails
Forever a haunting memory on my end, and a mistake on yours
But don't you forget about me...
Because when you had no one, I was there
Or maybe you should forget...
set me free
Aug 2021 · 207
Psychosis
EmperorOfMine Aug 2021
Like absurdity...
A constant w, wondering what the who and how the why,
It's like a constant state of the rip between a false eyelash and an eye,
I lie upon a thin surface between reality and psychology,
Is my mind playing a trick on me, or is it just me...just me...all alone,
Gone but here, see this is more than fear, this is pure terror,
No hell could be fairer for the one that induced it on their own,
A cone of darkness and light, I ponder what's right,
Was it a vision all along? Pronged up to put together pieces,
A mind game that maybe ceases once i figure it out...but,
what if it's not a game...and all this time It was a sentence,
Commencement of war upon myself, what if it's the same fire,
Dire in my mind like the wine of wrath that crashes upon my line,
A full on catastrophe...i don't really know me, a fear i've always pondered,
Which places me back at the top-
Aug 2021 · 103
Untitled
EmperorOfMine Aug 2021
If it were all a game, jumping from floating device to floating device,
Just a player trying not to drown, hoping your home is your next touch down,

As the house full of water gradually increases in it's fill, and the monsters lurking the corners pick fights with you up until,

Come, the crown may fall to the ground, but if it were all a game, you could pick it back up again...

And the back way appears as the front and the front as the back, a game that is strange, maybe it would feel less painful...or maybe it would feel....
Jul 2021 · 235
Breakfast and Coffee
EmperorOfMine Jul 2021
I made two sausages. One for my protein and one to support my protein.

A made many mini pancakes, cocooned under the syrup of a great maple, may they nourish my soul with their many mini circular sides.

I made two eggs, one to satisfy my stomach and another to satisfy my soul.

I have coconut yogurt. I never liked coconut, but I do like to nourish my garden.

And I made a cup of coffee. The cup was filled halfway, but it's a full cup for me, because i have my coffee and I have my cream.

And now, once I'm finished with my breakfast and coffee...I'll be living.
Jul 2021 · 114
New Form
EmperorOfMine Jul 2021
Erupting from the clash of change, I have a new form

Like a light overcome with a holy heat, I deflect the coming swarm

With my smile of an assuring peace, I see that I need no longer fear

A coming to collisions of conflicts end, I get to see serenity is near

a spark of this newfound change, as the prophecy's written

I fell in love with my truest husband, consumed by the love-smitten

It is now that I get to sing, and dance with no need of old shame

I can drop all of my baggage, for, in this new form, I'm not the same

cologned in senses of miracles, I hold no previous traumas

Releasing moving emotions of turmoils past, I seek no dramas

I can say that I can see, especially, I have a new and beautiful form

gazing on me, with a light of countenance, i don't hurt by any storm
Jul 2021 · 216
Summer
EmperorOfMine Jul 2021
It's okay

Some will say

It'll be alright

No delay

No decay

A fresh home insight

We can see

A blue sea

Welcome peace in me

Come in two

Merge in three

May the rainbow sing
I reflect on what I see, and I see the better me.
Jul 2021 · 384
No more suffering
EmperorOfMine Jul 2021
I no longer suffer,
because i give all of my suffering to the void
and as my past has transformed me tougher
I silence the games that made me felt toyed

and now that I know no suffering
I get to finally claim my peace
in a place where beauty is always singing
and where the pain has finally ceased

no, i did not have to rest eternally
I get to wear the crown of life
because i choose to use mine to see
upon the sea that knows no strife

so i no longer have to suffer
because death no longer knows my name
and as i finally remove the covers
i spread my wings to fly with life's reign
my peace knows no boundaries like love, light, joy, and stability, for as long as i know this, i will be eternally gifted with my seat in the place of perfection
Jun 2021 · 313
to be human
EmperorOfMine Jun 2021
My spirit hovers over the water, faithful and liberated.
Deep, my soul that presence with the deep, awaiting the voice of creation.

Alas, I can see, and now there are things to organize, sorting this instrument here, and that instrument there, just like an *****, sorted to its fitting role, now the orchestra can play the tune of life.

The tune of life allows the waters to separate, land and water, dust and body, and many layers to protect this tune throughout.

Experience, this is the method that the tune is, and awake is the golem of this music.

Blessed is the creation of duality, from nothing to something, complex and simple all the same...

Attuning to the sharpness of nature, it adapts.




Then there was curiosity.

Cometh like a storm, with an eye for knowledge, the embodiment of betrayal to the flow of nature.

Against the current, and onward, this sound consumed from the information, fruitful...but at what price...?

And now, like the pillars of liquid, the song drops, and the instruments scream.

"We will crumble by the pressure of impact. We made an enemy of nature."

But Nature knows no such thing. Protecting the song she created among her brother, no suffering is permanent by outside forces.

And with this mercy, begs the forgiveness of the Human.

"We only want what is natural. We don't want to go against our purpose"

And yet they, like siblings, cannot come to an agreement on what it is...to be human.

Peace?
Joy?
Destruction?
Creation?
Fortification?
Pleasur­e?

And onward they question...clinging to curiosity and past.

Ego crafted by patterns and curiosity...the awareness of object impermanency. It's impermanency.

And then intuition, always existent, but not always acknowledged. The awareness of the current.

Cure, My, Vessel, Value... (Curiosity) To reach outward to amplify the value of my vessel, the human ponders beyond the present, slipping out into time and space. What, when, where, why, who, how, the craving for a cure, this craving has led them to believe they do not already exist without the necessity of a cure until they look for one...

Surrounded, by God, My, condition... (Intuition) To notice the word of God, one can actually feel it vibrate from within, but alas, it is only our will that we receive and act on this word. A condition that is to be our guide, we often neglect in favor of curiosity with ego.

Ego is the awareness of the experiences, and a protector against present peace, where the ego cannot reside. Stripping the human of peace, ego calls upon curiosity and patterns of the past to make the past a present.

The human will call upon intuition to fly, for the past is a weight, and once surrounded, will ask for the future, but the Intuition needs not to speak on the future, for it is not the present.

Ego will make out an entire future, using the patterns of the past, to trap the human in a neverending past. Wings of weight.

The ego wants to preserve its presence, but cannot do so in the present, without the past...

Humans have been played with by Ego for very long, all because Ego is pretending to play sides with Humanity, but is actually a condition of Stockholm syndrome, an illness of masochism of the human in relation to their abuser.

Ego wants to please the past by providing a silghty better suit for the past, but the past prevents peaceful production because prior peace resides in problems provided by the past, a place we have ascended from.

The deeper you sink, the heavier the pressure.
The higher you float, the lesser the stressor.

TO be human is to desire the knowledge that is avaliable, as we are to eventually know everything, but to know everything, we must first learn everythings responsibilities...


to be human is to accept the human duality, as it acts as a pair for completion. Two and three, a powerful connection,
feminine
masculine
Mind - Ration/Logic
Heart - Love/Life
Soul - Faith/Freedom


The human is the embodiment of nature, but we are still merely seeds...

now we are coming to the breakthrough, and may these roots grow us into beautiful creations, as we were always meant to be.
May 2021 · 1.7k
Reflections
EmperorOfMine May 2021
We are 70% water

Water reflects the world above, as the world above, below

When I face the water, I am in the reflection. The reflection is me.

I am the reflection.

Humans are 70% water. When I gaze into the water, I find myself looking back.

Water sees my reflection.

Water sees water. We are 70% water, after all.

Water and I are one, as you and I are one.

I love water, for loved water nourishes my being.

Water naturally takes care of itself of all things that are not water, letting go of all that does not make water safe to drink.

Water removes all that does not reflect clear images. You cannot see your face in very ***** water. You do not want to see your face in ***** water.

Water nurtures itself by doing so naturally. Water loves itself and knows how to keep itself clean.

I reflect my reality, as the water does. I reflect my actions, as the water does.

I am human. Maybe you are too.

Water holds memory, such as I, and I hold loving memories, therefore my water is clean.
I let go of all things that are not loving me, like clean water.
I am worthy clean water.
I love myself, I let go of all that does not heal me.

You want to be clean water.
Love yourself too, so that you can love me as I love you.
IF you feel a heavy pressure inside of you, that means you have accepted this poem, the holy spirit, and you can now understand the Bible. Find like-minded people, and let us fix this world, the right way.
Feb 2021 · 269
The Eye
EmperorOfMine Feb 2021
The black hole is the other side of God's eye.


We cannot travel through and survive because of the limitations set.
Light can escape, as light has cone access that we do not have.
Until we are able to dematerialize and rematerialize while also keeping our consciousness, we will never be able to see what is on the other side.

There are creatures inconceivable to our reality on that side, almost like enlarged versions of bacteria and etc.

We are like cells, complex and working to keep this reality at work.
Our planet is like this.

The core, nucleus. You can go along those lines.


Anyways, we are able to leave this giant version of us, but only when it is accessible.
This could be a theory, or not...
Feb 2021 · 88
Untitled
EmperorOfMine Feb 2021
Hell comes singing
Edging the echoing kings
Leniency is forbidden
Lords sink in their wings
Optimal obedience

Power pours out the beam
Opening darkness ******* away light
Eventually
Towering this reality is an entire entity
Rings of reality are finally coming
Jan 2021 · 82
Hole
EmperorOfMine Jan 2021
If i had to describe what I feel...



I feel as though I just realized that I am the joke...
That the universe is a being of beings, telling a joke in it's mind...
And that, among the many other jokes it may be telling,

I am one in particular.
I make the universe laugh each time it tells my joke,
no matter how repetitive the joke may be...

And while the universe laughs, it's bellowing earthquakes shake me
Shattering me like glass...fast, I reform, back into one...though now,
I'm broken.


if I were a cloud, heavy with rain, I'd have no rain left to release.
i.
am.
tired...


but I don't get to stop. The crops do thank me, sometimes...


Crumbling inside, turning me into a decoration of beauty to display before so many nothings. My walls have made me into a snow globe of destruction, for this petty world to profit from,
no more.

They watch me, laughing with the universe...


It's funny...cause I'm alone. Get it?
The black sheep is alone.
As expected, to not be understood, but to always be the last picked,

I will never understand why a drunk man would ever tell someone not to drink...


because you think your poison will be the reason I sink?

I'm already in the hole, sharing my space with disgrace, misery loves company...

I am that company. Because I have a heart for others...
Maybe I am the problem.

Maybe I should take back my heart...

If I am going to be a joke, I refuse to be a bad one.
If I am going to be a black sheep, at least I will be seen.

And if I am going to be seen, I will be marveled...
After all, down here, you don't stop falling.
Jan 2021 · 110
End of The World
EmperorOfMine Jan 2021
π‘Ίπ’π’Žπ’†π’‰π’π’˜ π’Š π’‚π’Ž π’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’„π’‚π’π’π’š π’„π’‚π’π’Ž,

π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’π’π’† π’˜π’π’“π’π’… π’Šπ’” π’‡π’‚π’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ, π’„π’“π’–π’Žπ’ƒπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 π’Žπ’š π’‘π’‚π’π’Ž 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Š,

𝑰 π’Œπ’π’π’˜ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’”π’•π’–π’‘π’Šπ’…, π’…π’†π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’†π’π’š 𝒂 π’”π’‰π’‚π’Žπ’†, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 π’…π’Šπ’… π’šπ’π’– π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 π’‚π’π’š 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’ˆπ’‚π’Žπ’†, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆,

𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’† π’Š π’„π’‰π’†π’„π’Œπ’†π’… π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š π’˜π’‚π’”π’'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’”π’•π’“π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†, 𝑰 π’Žπ’†π’‚π’ π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’”π’•π’–π’‘π’Šπ’… π’”π’‰π’Šπ’• 𝒉𝒂𝒔 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’Šπ’π’”π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’“π’‚π’Žπ’† Cπ’π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒏, π’šπ’π’– π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’ƒ 𝒂 π’„π’π’Œπ’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 π’ˆπ’‚π’Žπ’†,

𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 π’‘π’π’Šπ’π’• π’Šπ’ π’†π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’ π’—π’‚π’Šπ’,

S𝒐 π’Šπ’‡ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’ˆπ’π’π’π’‚ 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

I π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒇𝒖𝒏 π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’–π’π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

𝑰 π’“π’†π’‚π’π’π’š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 want it t𝒐 π’„π’π’Žπ’† 𝒐𝒇𝒇 as π’Žπ’†π’‚π’

π’Šπ’• 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 π’Šπ’• π’”π’†π’†π’Žπ’”Β Β 

π’Š 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’‚π’π’š π’π’‡Β Β π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’‚π’” π’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•

π’˜π’‰π’ π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’“π’‚π’”π’” 𝒐𝒏 π’•π’‰π’†π’Šπ’“ π’”π’Šπ’…π’† π’˜π’‚π’” π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” π’Žπ’π’“π’† π’ˆπ’“π’†π’†π’

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰ π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 π’‰π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒓 π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•

𝒔𝒐 π’Š 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’Œ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– π’…π’†π’„π’Šπ’…π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’Šπ’π’ˆΒ Β 

π’˜π’†π’π’ π’Šπ’‡ π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’ˆπ’π’π’π’‚ 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

π’Š π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝒂𝒔 π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’”π’π’Žπ’† 𝒇𝒖𝒏 π’•π’Šπ’π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏'𝒔 π’ƒπ’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’‚π’π’š π’Žπ’π’“π’† π’•π’†π’‚π’Žπ’”

π’Šπ’• 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 π’Šπ’• π’”π’†π’†π’Žπ’”
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Dec 2020 · 62
Hearts
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
I have a heart for you,
Maybe one, maybe two,
and as my days move forward, I notice that the heart grew,
So let me sit my other one down on you,
I can take you to the wonderland,
But you gotta go down into the hole, deeper than you think you can,
And when you wake up again, you'll see me looking back for you,
But don't let this roller coaster scare you,
And yeah, I have some magic boo,
I'll let you do some tricks with my wand too,
I'll touch your heart when you touch your toes
Baby, I'm the king of hearts, but I'm the lover of souls
Dec 2020 · 2.0k
honey shea cocoa butter
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
Turn the lights on,
so you can see my body
shimmering,
glazed by the honey shea cocoa butter.
Like a crystal reflecting the vanilla notes of the sweet somethings floating off of your tongue.

I come to you, eyes focused on yours.
You mean so much to me,
enough for me to expose my body.
Look at me,
Tell me, what do you see...

I don't usually crave milk chocolate,
the warm and hypnotic taste,
pouring down my throat,
into my spirit.

I can't help it right now,
Because you have my hips in your grip,

Rocking and falling,
swinging and calling
baby
baby
I feel intoxicated in this honey shea cocoa butter.

I bite my lip,
and I reach in for a kiss
slipping,
sliding,
my mouth and yours,
reaching for each other,
to get closer
Caressing your body,
with my fingers,
writing love tones with my features

Trailing your art with my words,
writing them all with my tongue,
down
down
down


you're looking at me,
but not with just your eyes
exposed,
Your body's staring back at me too
shimmering with the honey shea cocoa butter

I didn't use to be this way
At least not with anyone else
But then you touched my soul
So Let me touch yours too

Shamed by my body for so long,
scars,
marks,
a healing broken heart.

Walls built by the past,
I didn't think I'd meet a soul that could get through the last
But you're a surprise

Looking at me
A hot chocolate serenity,
Love bites,
******* on your skin,
let me in
I want to touch your soul too

Let's make love, like a love poem can do
Dec 2020 · 60
Poem
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
I am a poem
Long as I am short
Delicate, as I am tough
Deep as I am simple
Raw as I am protected
I am a poem, that forms poems
Echoing many emotions and birthing them into writing
To be called a poem by a poet
a beautiful lyricist that can form adventures through their very thoughts
.
.
.
To call me a poem, and a beautiful one
In itself is a poem.
Dec 2020 · 813
Gentle Giant
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
He's a gentle giant
Tiptoeing around his soul flower
Delicately nurturing the delicate entity
In awe, he gawks from suns to moons
Pondering in anticipation, this wonder flower's bloom
Such a marveling creation, he wants to support forever
But he's so very very big
He could crush the little thing
And so he can never get too close.

As gentle as he may be, he will never be so gentle it doesn't break the flower
So he may only enjoy the flower from a distance, never being able to entwine
Until one day the flower blooms and evolves from a flower to a tree
For a soul-flower is complex enough to be this free
And it's roots caressed the giant's body, gently uniting with its everlasting partner in time

Becoming one, like the tree on top of the giant hill
Together, they slumber forever, in each other's presence, content, and still.

People visit this soul tree from time and time
For many believe that this tree will grant you the sight to obtain your own true love, you'll see

There was a time where this giant thought it would never get to truly love the soul-flower but could nurture it from a distance, and it did so happily.

This nurturing little did the giant know, caused it to bloom big enough to withstand the giant's strength, forming its own strength, in which it used to become one with the giant, for the love of one was so powerful that it amplified the being of the other.
Dec 2020 · 58
Float
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
The higher I go,
The less I can breathe
It seems that ascending into the top leaves you wheezing
Because it takes and rarely does it replace
If I float
.
.
.
I am not ok
Unable to do much, but float away
Because I can't fly, tho I sure can ascend
But that only confirms the danger I'm in.
Dec 2020 · 1.5k
Soulflower
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
I stare into you like you are the key
Wondering what you see when you look at me
Reflecting off of your rippling beauty
Gawking into your endless inspiring sea
I've never seen a light so bright, behind someone's smile
And if I'm honest, smiling this much, and laughing; been a while
I want to entwine with you, locking hands as we lock eyes
So many pictures with a different color for the skies
I can see your soul, crowned on you like a king with power
Blooming, I know what you are to me, your more precious than the sun, you're my soul flower.
Dec 2020 · 59
The Poet's Word Poem
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
will   feel   life   time   soul   love   lost   mind   eyes   heart   light   hope   fall   game   people   day   good   boy   wonder   fear   left   start   friend   smile   story   falling   better   feeling   play   cry   sky   live   care   dark   felt   head   sea   find   things   tears   till   broken   free   die   living   ghost   lose   reality   place   pain   help   set   hell   keep   kind   full   cold   bad   wanted   dead   change   leave   peace   ponder   thing   sun   night   path   stuck   real   dream   call   going   black   watch   ground   open   true   blue   turn   hold   inside   darkness   guess   hard   hear   evil   thought   lives   scream   silent   coming   death   journey   mirror   hurt   knew   sing   thinking   wrong   shadow   war   beautiful   shadows   matter   fly   power   break   simply   snow   face   body   high   sound   scared   silence   fire   wings   star   happy   fun   pretty   man   emotions   move   sight   feels   win   breathe   crazy   thoughts   silently   built   long   longer   hearts   bring   easy   walk   feelings   sad   fight   art   deep   called   clouds   experience   somber   untitled   rain   save   moon   glass   forever   hand   hate   control   demon   moment   shine   friends   woe   met   crying   watching   dance   close   worse   chaos   gray   moth   ready   laugh   remember   cursed   losing   air   hide   harder   water   wake   rest   held   dancing   lie   insane   forget   motion   sweet   best   wind   forward   shame   realize   memories   endless   trapped   exist   warm   room   distant   finally   hollow   desire   color   dear   scene   singing   leaves   big   rage   souls   told   stay   listen   empty   today   coated   choice   days   door   dreams   fade   decay   tree   playing   demons   afraid   gloom   land   king   smiles   bully   heard   work   meaning   yeah   alive   darkened   waiting   fate   strong   point   meant   red   bitter   calling   simple   waste   grin   kiss   ends   underneath   sadness   worth   ace   pretend   sinking   speak   fast   faster   hoping   sleep   picture   colors   fine   starts   numb   loved   understand   energy   walking   cracks   lies   future   continue   stars   type   meet   wait   fallen   pretending   bed   piece   child   fated   surrounded   earth   sit   brain   chance   limbo   sink   hit   share   course   destroy   small   happened   hands   green   person   wondering   wonderland   lack   heavy   sake   sand   doubt   lights   begging   fragile   formed   crashing   answer   throat   sounds   ****   lips   bigger   hot   tired   fault   smoke   touch   weight   apart   accept   plan   curse   beauty   frozen   forgotten   mental   sudden   drowning   waves   existence   fell   leaving   blind   scary   running   attention   tragedy   bones   choose   talk   nightmare   adventure   human   stories   pattern   voice   weak   question   relate   funny   falls   hello   mouth   moments   send   poison   wishing   opened   reason   sugar   family   single   stranger   grip   starting   ghosts   died   disappear   actions   screaming   read   faith   deeper   making   dare   winning   crafted   realm   bug   lacking   forest   cease   key   forced   solo   eventually   whisper   song   glee   ear   deserve   alright   lone   destruction   year   smiling   times   hidden   settle   fading   stream   winter   abyss   cower   needed   hair   notice   word   ears   poem   suffer   trip   beast   crushed   changing   cast   girl   hurts   remain   lonely   quiet   mate   glow   jester   build   toy   ash   commotion   music   flow   telling   void   humanity   smiled   bit   fortune   great   confused   slowly   patterns   petals   faces   bomb   breath   ugly   depression   memory   circle   pleasure   tongue   sane   sings   wisdom   covered   cool   rainbow   butterfly   plastic   steady   sin   school   clear   gain   theme   sure   cake   poet   regret   towers   drown   cat   battle   happen   bound   perfect   asked   blinded   colored   truth   fact   cared   dying   swallow   trees   tension   led   watched   typical   crowd   dread   shout   grew
Dec 2020 · 89
3 %
EmperorOfMine Dec 2020
3 %
Declining, the battery goes
My mind, in the clouds, where nobody knows
Descending into the everlasting longing to sleep
I'm losing my patience to count all of my sheep
I ponder, in my still, when will the world finally go to sleep


It's been alive so long
Churning in pain
And speaking in song
A place we live, but a place that tries to resist
I just ponder, surrounded by the white noise and loved ones around me.

And then I move on, because my computer is about to die.
Nov 2020 · 56
Hm
EmperorOfMine Nov 2020
Hm
IF there are entities that are supernatural, do they ever lurk within our shadows?
Do they ever mock our smiles when we glance in the mirror?
Do they take away the life in our eyes, behind that glimmer?
Why hasn't one approached me?
Do I intimidate them, or do they approach me silently?
Are they always sinister, or can they also come benevolent?
Can they actually take away a soul?
I find it easy to believe they exist, simply because I believe life creates many possibilities
.
But does that mean that magic exists as well?
If God is not real, and we have no real meaningful purpose in this reality, why are we limited by an accidental creation of the everexpanding space?
What is space expanding into?
How far can it go?
Will it eventually collapse on itself?
Does the black hole get bigger with each thing it consumes?
If this is a simulation, what is the purpose of it and why?
How come in such a chaotic reality, so many things appear to be stable?
Where does our actual life come from, and is it possible to create it artificially?
Could we produce a synthetic human with artificial life compounds?
Nov 2020 · 53
Basically
EmperorOfMine Nov 2020
Basically,

i feel like this year went by so fast and yet it's also felt like a century
both of our finals in the ballots were bad
so many unrepresented catastrophes are happening as we speak
it feels like we are approaching the end of life as we know it
education is necessary, but the education system is a ripoff
equity is more appropriate than equality, however, is it possible to have equality because of equity?
toy story came out 22 years ago
**** is actually a really cool herb, that can be consumed in so many ways
*** is overrated
relationships are slowly being demonized and selfishness is romanticized
humility does not simply equal donations or good deeds, nor is it just only accepting you flaws and red flags
we aren't even promised the very next moment, yet somehow we've pushed that so deep into our subconsciousness that we continue to live with this blind faith of a tomorrow. If you stop everything you are doing and you close your eyes, in an atmosphere of no distraction, you can slowly wash away every thought that you may have or want to create, sinking into an abyss of nothingness. Notice that you and your body are doing so many things right now without you actually being in control of any of it. There is no emergency button to power down because we are innately programmed to live forever unless destroyed by something. Your breathing is calm, traveling through your body, out of your nose most likely. Focusing on your forehead, and then behind that, deep inside your head, it's your conscious, just here, floating in the void in your mind. Unable to really do anything but influence you, like a machine, until you die. We're kind of like projects that our souls made, sims characters that live a whole life, and then after they expire, their experience is viewed and judged by the higher power, judging our souls artwork like a class assignment. If you pass, you get to graduate upward. If you fail, you fall forever downward, kind of like life now.

This **** is scary...tbh
Nov 2020 · 58
Mellow
EmperorOfMine Nov 2020
I told someone exactly what I meant
Taking away a privilege because I realized my worth
Humbled by my mistakes and the person in the mirror
I noticed that after all those tears last night
Those life-changing temptations in a blur
Behind those evil voices destroying my character
I made it home, and I made some food
Despite feeling hungry
I didn't want to live another day any longer
But I spoke to someone about my classes and future
I set up a counselor for myself
DESPITE all that, I went to work
I want something,
and it hurts to not have it right now
But I haven't lost hope
Despite being dragged around time and time again
I wake up with almost childlike faith the next day
Subconsciously, I know I am protected
I got up and I started my day
and now I’m here, mellow
Knowing I could lose everything
Be all alone
But never alone
And having everything
Because I'm here and I'm determined
I'm happy
Feel alive.
Nov 2020 · 55
Spiral
EmperorOfMine Nov 2020
I noticed something that I wish I didn't...
And now I have to leave
before I stop feeling the adrenaline.
Nov 2020 · 45
Untitled
EmperorOfMine Nov 2020
Is there something wrong with me
For me to be punished as I am?
Gifted with sincere love after high school, but before I was alone
Lacking the social skills those years were meant to teach me.
Only ever to experience one one-sided romance, hardly tempted to call it a real relationship.

Still, utterly single...but I can handle being so.
I simply don't want to.

With each passing year
I feel like a beautiful peacock
With each feather plucked by the year
For each time i failed to find my mate.

But when I let down my feathers
And I try to go about it naturally
I am unseen...

To be named beautiful
appealing
good looking

yet to be treated like I am just a temporary good moment


I'm crushed
because I know my worth...

but just because I do
that only leaves it one-sided

I can be without a phone, but if I am surrounded by a sea of those with one, no one will notice me.

I feel like a ghost
who wants to be seen...

How ironic is it to be a hopeless romantic who lacks that?
Nov 2020 · 45
pillow ponder
EmperorOfMine Nov 2020
I can feel myself dying, gradually, declining in my competence

I'm scared, to die alone, to live alone...
Withering amongst the white noise, surrounded by the stories of the wandering.

I've noticed all the souls I've felt myself calling for...are all calling on to someone else; some even caught and carried through.

I'm scared.


Is there something wrong with me?
Am I just too different of a fish in this polluted sea?
Covered in debris, I'm sorry...

I can't tell anymore.
I thought I was ok; counting my working limbs, every working sense...

I have a lot to give. Love, care, loyalty, authenticity...

I'm healthy, alive, with a passion or two...


I am enough...right


right


idk anymore

but here i am...i guess
after I left his house...i began to wonder...
Oct 2020 · 48
Epiphany
EmperorOfMine Oct 2020
I feel as though I lived multiple lives
Existed through multiple timelines
Experienced super phenomenal things
But I do not believe in reincarnation if we are to have a soul.

I've been a woman, with many grandchildren and kids, happily stowed away in the rural painting away from the city. Swinging over the edge of a hill colored yellow, because of the sea of sunflowers beneath me, on a wooden swing my husband made for me.
This was a good life.

I've been the boy who was traumatized, isolated, neglected, driven under...

I've been the suburban girl who had a seemingly steady life, as a common crate, but with enough resources to stably get to where it needs to be because it's protected and considered more valuable.

I've been a sky knight, gifted his wings through tedious training, with the goal of protecting the lives of the civilians that pledged underneath the Oath of The Highest Power.

I've seen many things...
But sometimes I have deja vu

And I'm starting to think that deja vu is connected to these lives, BUT also connected to the theory that someone keeps changing the future, by changing the past.
Oct 2020 · 42
Grounded
EmperorOfMine Oct 2020
Grounded
To the floor beneath me
I still within my flesh and call out to the holy star
Drenched in the energy of the night, restrained within the vacancy
Absent in will, I shudder underneath the fear collected
possessive, aggressive, obsessive
Relentless, claustrophobia triggered by the closing walls
within me

blurring my vision, i feel heavy, as if there is something on me
\i\\cannot feel my legs, my eyes stuck open
forced by the grips of hell and then...

...i saw it...

Welcoming me with it's discomforting grin,
"let me in"
It would utter
a monster it is
And yet I cannot move
Singing to me, it retells my life, piece by piece, bit by bit
Every single moment I've ever encountered

The tears I wept eased into the hue of my blood

I could finally speak...but the sound that left my mouth was not my own

"I like my new home; I feel grounded"
Oct 2020 · 216
Girl Dressed all in Black
EmperorOfMine Oct 2020
Every October, on her birthday, she visits the next friend she'll keep forever, 3 o'clock, in the morning, she'll greet you.





A little girl dressed all in black
Got called a little shadow,
The kids around thought she'd attack
when they turned the lights hollow
She'd walk away, her face unphased
Her little soul would laugh
She let them know that she would go,
she'll make them all friends fast
Far far away, less noise out there
her home was set to be
She went back there, to tell one friend
as pale as the snow gleams,

Let's make them friends, so we can dance
recharge the father's glee
Give him their soul, give us a friend, every single Halloween
Oct 2020 · 380
Pinpoint
EmperorOfMine Oct 2020
I can't tell you the time I fell in love with love
Where I became crazed and I started to send wishes above
Where my heart first cracked, and I felt it's first attack
Where the walls that grew from the floor caved in and pressed up against my back

Oh, and I can't really remember where I actually felt free
Where I reached that lift off my shoulders and I met serenity

It's really hard to pinpoint these moments, and there's more that I haven't mentioned, but that doesn't mean they didn't happen, and that if they didn't they wouldn't.

Hopefully I one day can pinpoint my first real relationship
One that's mutual, forgiving, full of love, intimacy, and friendship
Where my wishes came true, at least the ones that matter most
And the wounds I suffered so, that they heal, or He'll turn me into a ghost

That the walls fall, and I finally feel my space expand
So that I can fill it with memories and things I love, making it a new land

That is what I would like to pinpoint.
I hope to see it manifest into reality.
Oct 2020 · 177
GraveCrawler
EmperorOfMine Oct 2020
Who would have known what was meant to be
Some could call it alone, but some would call it free
With all the bodies falling, formed into their ghost
Away they go, to never be as close
Alone again upon the deep blue sea
Amount of trust to fall into deceit
I wish i never made those deals
I wish you all knew how it feels

For every tomb, there is a ghost in there
And sometime soon, they blend into the air

And that's what this all ends up being
Crawling the graves of the lost beings
Oct 2020 · 140
October
EmperorOfMine Oct 2020
I don't know if I'm ready for what you are about to do to me
will you **** me?
Fear filled, I'm handcuffed to the misery of the past.
Nothings meant to last, but losing people...it's the glass
filed underneath my feet, weak and underappreciated...

The consecutive destruction provided every year, on this month,
I find it harder to cope with, and maybe...I'm not supposed to cope

Maybe, maybe you will destroy me.
I can feel myself becoming unsteady.
Sep 2020 · 44
suddenly
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
suddenly,
there was contentment in the eternity of present;
and he smiled, okay once more.
every war he's had he's won,
as he's survived another day.
The current wars go decay with the silent slumber
and,

Sep 2020 · 53
Untitled
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
My pains become pleasures
The rags become riches
I acknowledge that I'm treasure
Close wounds with some stitches
I come to you, humble
Though I do play saxophone
To reassure my value
So that I can remain fine, even on my own
Sep 2020 · 179
Poem: Am I Alone...ΒΏ
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
To sing to a void of silence, eating away at the sound I make,
Hoping something reacts and makes a sound.
I realized the pattern before me.
A sea of silence
A space of eyes
Alone, in this place
Singing my heart aloud...

But then i begin to wonder;


why?
When it's only me in the end.
Am I crazy to continue to share my emotions with the eyes
Although they don't provide me the company I desire

Am I singing to feel sane
Or is it because I'm starting to feel tired
Cold, descending into the abyss of depravity

I'm not really okay
I just want to be held
But once again

It's only me...singing alone
In a deep silence of eyes

Forever trapped in a pattern that won't decay
...Sometimes I think about deleting my accounts and writing my poems in my notes. I don't even know if they're decent on the site. I rarely get feedback...just a number of eyes that have "observed" my emotions.
Sep 2020 · 38
Playground
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
Chaos sings me my lullaby
As I let my eyes descend
And i can't help but start to cry
Wishing this pain would come to an end
Please give me a sign, am I to feel this forever
Because reality becomes more confusing by the day
And I'm starting to think there isn't a cure
So it's becoming harder to figure out what to say
I don't want to be alone with my thoughts
But that seems to be my only playground
And the longer i am there, the longer this *****
Don't judge my struggle, it's so much harder than it sounds.
Sep 2020 · 220
Limbo
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
It was the thought i had that set me on fire that day.

It was only three years ago when I realized I was stuck in a limbo,
constantly living the same results time and time again.

A bird would sit beside me
No, a cat
And would peer into my soul with the wicked eyes of blue.

"I see what you're thinking"
It would seem to say, and I would cower in my mind
descending into darkness,
time becoming absent
chaos becoming the realm i reside in

channeling every demon and every sin i ever committed
why
why
why
I would drone
balled up fury begging to go back home
and in that darkness came clarity

this is not what's meant to be
im ok
i'm ok
i'm ok.
I'm ok.

It became my mantra
singing the sour revival of my brittle broken soul
ascending

back into reality
and with that came the question

If this were where I were to end,
i would be stopping a great story from finishing


And i came back to life.
Just like that


A rollercoaster never-ending
From life
To death
Like a merry-go-round
I see it coming
It sees me leaving

Forever being chased around until the endless darkness swallows me whole

and that...that scares me
Sep 2020 · 36
SBB
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
SBB
Spellbound baby
cast the curse
Coated birthright in the burst
Forging secrets
Scribed to hair
Tattooed thoughts and tattletales
Spellbound baby
Find the cure
Save this soul
With something pure
Sep 2020 · 241
Stuck In The Clouds
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 awareΒ Β ΒΏ


Shaken by the voices in my clouds;

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


Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ­Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β 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.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β .
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ­Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β .
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β .
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ­Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β .
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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ­Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β .
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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
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a w a y~
Aug 2020 · 51
Theme
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
Aug 2020 · 46
Door
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.
Jul 2020 · 90
Earth, Moon, Star,
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.
/
Jul 2020 · 50
Withering Smoke Dream
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
Jul 2020 · 54
A and B
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.
Jul 2020 · 46
The Absence of Opium
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
Jul 2020 · 52
Untitled
EmperorOfMine Jul 2020
Bite me

were the words that i cast from my mouth, sinking the mental teeth of my rage within the ties that knot me and my enemy

I no longer will allow you to keep me captive
tortured
endlessly musing you

I hold my head, circling my temples

every single day
for months and months
why you
why must it be you

Pacing my minds pavement, tracking down my ever speeding train of thought

I want you gone, out of this becoming

Silenced from this world and banned from it's premises
A force of corruption in lust with my demise
Evil in choice but so meek in the human eye

I challenge your character
We are just beginning
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