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Ash and ember choke the sky,
Universe’s own fury roaring high.
Fortunes crumble, kingdoms fade,
Yet none lament the price they’ve paid.

The blaze runs wide—men starve, men kneel,
But ruin plants what fire will heal.
From blackened soil, fate finds its thread,
Forged anew where hope once bled.

The path is jagged, lit by flame,
A trial etched in war and name.
Those who burn may carve the way—
Through serpent smoke and shadowed sway.
In Path of Wrath, the poet conjures a scorched world where destruction is not merely an end, but a violent rebirth. Fire becomes both judgment and genesis—cleansing the old to forge a new fate from ash. This poem walks the edge between ruin and resolve, echoing themes of apocalyptic reckoning, sacrifice, and the relentless force of transformation through chaos.
So tired of being the owner of a heart that's broken
All I want is the courage to love with arms wide open
But everything I've seen and everyone i know tells me it's not worth it
But how could it not be worth it?
Every time I start trying to make myself better
My brain keeps asking does it even matter
The hardest thing about living with depression
Is when you lose hope you'll ever notice your reflection
But just like there's more than one way to hurt
There's more than one way to heal
And you deserve to know that your pain is real
There's gonna be some bad, but it's gonna feel so good
When you realize it's OK if you're misunderstood.
It's gonna take some time, but you're gonna be ok. Because for what it's worth, I'll be with you every step of the way
SL 5d
If I were that scar above your rose tinted lips,
of whom you keep picking and removing dead cellular dust,
I probably would have bled more than you think.
I can not shed tears, possibly.
The hate you show me rises
from your porous subcutaneous layer of insecurity.
I heard every little wound needs love to heal,
And so will I-
your dearest hideous scar.
Open up, let it in,                                                              ­                                    
                                                                ­                                                      
  feel it under your skin                                                             ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­        
Observe the beauty of the Earth,                                                           ­                   
                                                                ­                                                        
let it give your senses birth                                                            ­                  
                                                                ­                                                  
Allow yourself to feel,                                                            ­                
                                                ­                                                                 ­   
help open wounds to heal                                                             ­         
                                                       ­                                                           
Learn how to forgive,                                                         ­                                     
                                                                ­                                                        
let yourself live
I am a huge nature lover & truly enjoy the beautiful world we have been blessed to live in.
Dianali Apr 20
I saw you on a picture.
—And for a split moment,
I didn’t recognise my brain.
I programmed it differently.
For that specific task,
it’s usually set
to unpair itself
from my higher conscious self.

My standard policy is:
No empathy your way.

But today…
I could tell.
You seemed unwell.

Despite the damages done,
under your affection dictatorship
I didn’t rejoice.
I actually cared.

No trace of a mean smirk.
really wished you the best.

Hope it reaches you,
written all over your face,
Next time I catch a glimpse
In some picture of a friend.
Kundai N Apr 14
There was no one to hear my laments
So I told them to the wind
The wind told them to the trees
The trees fed it to nature
And nature understood.
Julie Apr 6
they say don’t let the emotions gain control over your body.
But that is *******.
Actually — let it.

Let yourself fully feel every little bit of emotion
you always tried to hide so stubbornly.

And use it.
Gain energy from it.
And use it to heal
yourself.
what does emotions mean to you?
Julie Apr 2
Growing up means becoming an adult,
atleast this is what they say
but if being an adult means being like them,
I’m not sure I want it.

My heart aches at the thought,
my eyes brim with tears
my inner child begs me to not

and

sometimes
the only thing you need to do in a life
is to heal your inner child
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Vitæ Mar 26
Lightning lives
between your fingers,
flashing silver inside
a handful of night

suturing blood
with exigence
through a needle’s eye,

with one hand kissed
by a shower of shrapnel
and the other twisted
in an infinite thread

tunneling light with
sublime precision.

Your needle
closes each gap open
with the cloth of Love
being woven

and each gap closed
holds me in this
lancinating tension,

as I slumber deep  
in the currents of
your halcyon arms,

this world remains
tender and unbroken.
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula
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