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Nov 2017 · 460
to the flying boy:
Pola R Nov 2017
sunlight hits the pillow,
and the whole world shudders,
a breathe gets caught
and it fights to just exist

a hand reaches out,
warmth blooms all over the bedsheets,
the sun rays begin their dance
and the tears are absent

shouts and efflorescence,
a cacophonous impressionistic painting,
heavy steps filled with grace
one wrong turn and you fall

fall,
fall,
fall,

your legs betray you,
blood begins to spill from the open wounds,
it is true that a ton of feathers
is just as heavy as a ton of bricks

but a hand props itself,
the ocean rises and waves hit the shore,
fishermen hide their boats
a storm is yet to begin

and you fly,
with your broken wings,
and lilac bruises
and a heart that refuses to surrender

golden particles twirl high up to the sky,
the clouds begin to part,
and you as well
will you disappear

though as it starts pouring,
everything falls into place,
flowers need the downpour
in order to survive

yet sometimes it’s easier to fall asleep
let the body hit the mattress,
greatness is binding
but the cosmos won’t stop existing without you

so let your head clear,
and disappear for a while.
this is for the loveliest person in the world aka yuzuru hanyu the brightest ray of sunshine get well soon bby!!
Oct 2017 · 515
please, tell me
Pola R Oct 2017
oh tell me dear father
how do you use your scythe so smoothly
cutting and boning
your foolish apostles.

how do you lead
your little addicts
not overdosing
but subtly
killing.

oh tell me dear mother
painless death
how can you be so sweet
honey dripping
ethereal paradise.

how can you be so loving
for your ****** up children
with gouged eyes
sleepwalking through their
last judgment.

oh tell me dear brother
how different would it be
when it's all over
how blind you were
going into a rabbit's hole.

how hurt you were
when you lost your voice
screaming cacophonically
into the dreadful void
"i am alive, do not bury me yet!"

oh tell me dear sister
how lovely it could have been
if you never got married
if malicious goblin
never came to our house.

how tired you were
with ****** eyes that
once were golden
with sliced wrists
and broken nails.

oh tell me please
what did i do
how yesterday i had too little money
and now too little hours
to fix everything.

how did i end up white
with all sad colours
knocking into my mind
why can't i be black
reflecting the world.
im sorry but i wrote it like 3 years ago and its based on tokyo ghoul

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