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Jan 7 · 13
End of The World
EmperorMoth Jan 7
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 · 29
EmperorMoth 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 · 153
honey shea cocoa butter
EmperorMoth Dec 2020
Turn the lights on,
so you can see my body
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
I feel intoxicated in this honey shea cocoa butter.

I bite my lip,
and I reach in for a kiss
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,

you're looking at me,
but not with just your eyes
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,
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 · 33
EmperorMoth 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 · 118
Gentle Giant
EmperorMoth 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 crime

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 · 21
EmperorMoth 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 · 410
EmperorMoth 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 · 21
The Poet's Word Poem
EmperorMoth 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 · 26
3 %
EmperorMoth 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 · 26
EmperorMoth Nov 2020
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 · 22
EmperorMoth Nov 2020

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 · 49
EmperorMoth 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 · 276
EmperorMoth 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 · 38
EmperorMoth 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
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 · 29
pillow ponder
EmperorMoth 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


idk anymore

but here i am...i guess
after I left his house...i began to wonder...
Oct 2020 · 33
EmperorMoth 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 · 41
EmperorMoth Oct 2020
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 · 95
Girl Dressed all in Black
EmperorMoth 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 · 116
EmperorMoth 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 · 81
EmperorMoth 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 · 77
EmperorMoth 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'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 · 41
EmperorMoth Sep 2020
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

Sep 2020 · 29
EmperorMoth 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 · 176
Poem: Am I Alone...ΒΏ
EmperorMoth 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;

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 · 29
EmperorMoth 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 · 101
EmperorMoth 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
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

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 · 22
EmperorMoth Sep 2020
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 · 133
Stuck In The Clouds
EmperorMoth 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 .
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 .

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 stuck in the clouds

a w a y~
Aug 2020 · 37
EmperorMoth 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

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 · 39
EmperorMoth 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 · 61
Earth, Moon, Star,
EmperorMoth 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 · 47
Withering Smoke Dream
EmperorMoth 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
a withering smoke dream
Can't know what it means
A lack of some clarity
Nothing's what it seems
Falling through a smoke cloud
The racing singing drowns out
A somber phased reality
An endless galaxy
Jul 2020 · 32
A and B
EmperorMoth 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 · 35
The Absence of Opium
EmperorMoth 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 · 50
EmperorMoth 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
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
Jul 2020 · 44
Ponderance with Mary
EmperorMoth Jul 2020
Rested petals on the pondering pond, rippling many waves anew,
As the sun peels back the color of the pond, and the heat did a dance,
Within the pond, a new restoration calms the mind of mother nature.

Sending wind into the world, a breath of air branching all around, the flowers mingle and send away their children, time blesses the world with the golden hour.

In charge of the towering army of many, the stallion leads the family of lions. Zebras, elephants, they all came with fury, towards the platinum steed, the amplifier of the sun.

Human kind, constructs of complexity, an alien race formed of the gaping surplex within the eye of the universe, aligned along the seven suns and eleven moons, forming a path into the embodiment of sin, rejection of the Almigonium, Omni Imperium.

Path paved on the poor pervasion of pleasure, and now we exist, many horrors and miracles. Soon, solidified in the many signs of Almigo omni, inscribed in the all truth, the end
Jul 2020 · 125
Into The Forest
EmperorMoth Jul 2020
Into the f o r e s t, I shall go

To lose my m i n d and find my soul

A pattern for patter, rain k i s s e s the ground

A m u s i c a l around me of nature's sound

The d e e p e r I'm in, the more I shall find

A party of c o l o r s of all of the kind

A w o r l d without end, my mind I will send

Into the forest, where my s o u l has been
Jun 2020 · 60
Contempt; Intrusive
EmperorMoth Jun 2020
Painful is the feeling I experience when I hear the songs you left me with.

I heard someone laugh the same laugh that you did...and I felt my heart sink.

I often ponder you, wondering why I ponder you, but to no avail, I've yet to gain that answer.

It's the bite of bitter experience that I sink before; what did I do to need to go through such trivial...*******?

That's a repetitive thought that dances through my mind.

I sometimes wonder if I am blind, or if maybe I've gone crazy, but lately, I feel like I've been simply trying to decode this puzzle our scenario has placed on my heart.

I'm no longer looking for closure; it was never promised. I am looking for detachment, because I feel less human the more I'm reminded of your existence.

I hope, somehow, this is something I will laugh at in the future.
Jun 2020 · 36
Grim Is the Burden
EmperorMoth Jun 2020
In the silence, behind the darkened void, I still; alone.

Even the man with the least layers can be served the heaviest burden.
Willow may the tears stream, a puddle for every pound of pressure. The world is weakened by the seams that men produced and sewn it in.
A catalyst formed to start the war within the men who bore the fate, a fate formed from existing here, a tragic tale that crept to take.
A star-bound mind filled full of worlds, corrupted by the heart of I, the human soul; a dogged gift.
A will to live until complete.
The burden is a punishment, i'd never dare to wish nor seek.

Jun 2020 · 141
EmperorMoth Jun 2020
Imagine you've cut a cake five or six times, each slice having the same color, however, a different shade.

Now replace the cake with sides of oneself.
Now Replace oneself with Me; I am that cake.

The me that is of a higher mind, which I consider my conscious.
I have a side of me that only manifests when drunk.
A side of me that only manifests when high.
The me who is sober.
The me that represents my thinking.
And then there is him, Malum.

The darkest slice of the cake. He lurks, spectating, snickering...planning.
He's the voice in my head that wishes I were that he could swallow my vessel and turn it into his own.

He and I have a contract; I am to control and maintain my body, so long as I never been put into a full-on life-or-death position, or I am not mentally sacrificial.

I've witnessed potential realities in which he had control...and it's terrifying.

I hope he never gets out.
I am not afraid to fight, because I fear failure; I am afraid of Malum and what he will do. He is not human...and he definitely doesn't fight for humanity.

He is the me that wanted the world to burn...and he still does. He has no empathy, no sympathy, and he craves destruction. He's calculated, analytical, and he lacks love. He is pure evil...and he is waiting.

He is waiting for me to die.
So that he can swallow me alive, and turn the world upside down.
EmperorMoth Jun 2020
I want you to calm down
As there are things to provoke you

No need to turn blue
You're enough as is

How passionate you are
What a beauty, a star

To speak in a whisper
I hear your melodies

Please don't fall into the temptations
They want to see you dead
EmperorMoth Jun 2020
Question, Butterfly;
How does it feel to be seen as better,
Because you are the prettier family member,
I'm pretty,
Because you're delicate,
I'm delicate,
Because you're a symbol,
I have meaning,
Tell me, how do you feel,
Looking down on me...

I will not be used as a symbol of the misunderstood,
Treated like a monster because I am from the hood,
When I, too, had a dream that the world changed,
Where the street was safe for everyone because we were together,
No one was hungry, because the food didn't go to waste,
And there was less stress because we slowed down our pace,
I dreamed of a world were we progress,
Hatred is called out, challenged, defeated, history wasn't repeated,
The future wasn't a dream, but the present,
Thankful for the day we have, the day we will have.
No longer feeling entitled to anything, but humble and grateful,
I accept the world for what it is, but it must progress,
For if it is to be a world I desire to live in, it must change,
It will change,
I will see to it that it does, so long as I live on it.
And my change is for progression.
We will move forward,
We will live,
In the name of love,
In the light of peace,
I am determined.
Jun 2020 · 94
Year of The Fallen
EmperorMoth Jun 2020
Stones; collected by the lonely,
Gripped, forgotten, until they're one with their bodies,
Held with regret, hoping that their actions reset time,
Rewind; a pause in time set into motion when they're blind,
Kindly following their fate, toward, in line,
No crime like living accordingly to what was given to you,
Lacking the resources to live, a limitation unacceptable,
Surging little fires everywhere, losing control,
Capsizing that within the power, how do you feel?
How does it feel to feel out of control,
Linking all wrongdoing to the under controlled,
Bold; making out the obvious in pain the villain,
Smoke rising, the war isn't over, because you've yet to see it,
This wasn't meant to be a war, nor an argument, but a call out,
We challenge the monsters that stand up when we've fallen;
We will sing till you repeat our words subconsciously,
And once you realize what you've done,
It'll only be a matter of time when the silly game you made,
It's a game that you lost, and it's a game that we have won.
We are undefeated. Determination inevitably makes us winners.
May 2020 · 140
EmperorMoth May 2020
They were opened,
Revealing a world in constant motion,
Colored and coated with this commotion,
Gripped and grabbed by the chosen,
Opened, but blinded,
Taken and tried, ignited,
A time before, I didn't mind it,
But now I mind it

I was better together and intact,
But now I wonder if I have even my own back,
Always feeling so stuck in this reality,
Confined, is this how it's supposed to be?

Feels like a day that lasts forever,
Losing time, guess erase the never,
Where did my mind go, lost my sanity,
Could I do anything to finally be free?

Could it be any better, I always ponder,
Maybe this is a test disguised as a taunter,
I feel it's getting harder to clearly even see,
Feelings confined in things that used to be normal to me...
Ever just feel stuck in reality, as if all options were thrown out of the window, leaving you trapped in your own mind...?
May 2020 · 194
EmperorMoth May 2020
Curiosity is an oddity
To desire to know
A gift and a curse
One may willingly bestow
And to touch the knowledge of death
May it's satisfaction bring about life
May no mind in love with knowledge
Be killed off, in the name of strife
Curiosity, a game to behold as true
Authentic in its nature
But to be sure, that's not entirely true
Like a tree, like love, it has many branches
As each branch forms a full tree
Curiosity could be built on fear
Or the lust to unravel the mystery
And not always the one who is curious satisfied
Maybe they come out taller than they once were
A gem in itself, a miracle
Allowed a story untold before to occur
May 2020 · 107
His name begins with Esper
EmperorMoth May 2020
Quiet, he watches
And silently, he sings with the wind
As the sun kisses his face, sprawled over the comfort of a chair
What is it he's thinking
Not much crosses his mind these days
It may be my doing, but let him live
My familiar, protecting me softly
What a wonder, a creature you are
As I observe you, from a distance
I wonder, what is it that you see
May 2020 · 111
Caged Raven
EmperorMoth May 2020
Clipped by the cage you're confined in,
Dark and compliant, a conflicted life of air,
All faces remembered, those who are in debt to the raven's snare,
Inspired by shadows that lurk in the sun, the ones with many sins,
You have a story to tell, but one mustn't dwell,
You will sing your family's name, let it echo like a bell,

Caged raven...what is it you think?
May 2020 · 162
In My Head, We are Friends
EmperorMoth May 2020
I've been thinking about you
Casually conversating about to-dos
Flashing images serenading me
You're a friend I wish I could see
But you only sing in my head
Out in the world, I'm never said
So I ponder alone, in a drugged-out dread
Laughing in a corner with my only friend
As the world falls over, and so does my bed
I'm in my head with my only begotten friend.
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