Trace your thoughts slowly Across the moon’s lit Primrose, And ponder not on how she belongs to the Twilight. Linger not on the notions of Beauty’s Contrast… Of utter radiance amongst the Eventide— Lest you crave her Shadows. The unworthy swoon on false intoxications of allure, Betraying pheromones that lead only to Ruin. Breathe not in her presence and still your thoughts, which race ill-intended towards Premature release of longings— Unrequited. Dark Goddess of the Abyss Siren of Shadows Seeker of none, yet yearned by All. Accursed Aphrodite Preternatural Persephone Devourer of Darkfall, Merciless Maven of moon-drunk men Who quake with trepidation Under the pressure of your Wrath.
Know that your fleeting fury fuels Fiery passions. Fulfills my need to know you If only briefly. Shall I caress legendary layered labyrinths Of thou’s lucid lithe mind? Soothe seared sacred chambers Of thine frostbitten Heart? Beautiful forlorn creature you are To only be seen for Carnality’s Delight. Know that I perceive you. Past Ethereal Elegance Beyond the bonds of Crescent Shackles. Embodiment of Evanescent Evenings Impermanence intertwined in Insufferable aching… Understand that your Acrimony is Admired. This altruism All-encompassing.
Allow me to detect deformities Deep within Defenses Deterred— Hollow conclaves concealing Corrugated corrupted Compliance. Humor my heartfelt hubris… Humble yourself before this Haunted man. Entreat, Embrace, Entrust This harrowed human husk With an ounce of your Obsidian Opulence. I proclaim to pronounce you as my Pessimistic Paramour. To never underestimate Our most unholy Union. To know that you belong to the Night Sky And must be unbound… Understand my ululating plea, To adore your admonishing Yet never resign to its False Adherence.
A poem penned whilst in a haze of brilliant fury towards my everlasting yet vexing love.
I listen to your heart Beat in rhythm to the rain Pouring out somber melodies. The world drapes silent, Where your eyes sing Meteor shower wonders. Sometimes, It feels too much to grasp, Tied to an endless Invisible string around my palm.
You surround me like an open sea I'm barely alive above the water but I know I'll be sinking soon once again, engulfed and swallowed whole by Your merciless waves but I'll emerge damp and breathing waiting to sink again
a song in the morning brings me somber cries of affection each drum beat reminds me of the pulse of my heart when im with you nervous i get when i can’t see love in our eyes help me forget the childish apprehensions that only block our sacred intentions to build our eternity perfection is worth it but it’s not worth the pain it’s laid into
One year since your passing, I didn't know I still wasn't ready to say goodbye.
Unlike the other lives lost in years past, Yours cut me deeper than the rest.
Like watching an older version of myself, Carry out a wish I could never fully attempt, It left me mortified, scared I may follow in your footsteps.
Months later, dreams came and went. I'd often wake up, wondering why I'd envision myself Jumping off the Eads Bridge.
I never thought I'd be having these thoughts again.
They say history repeats itself. But I promise you: I won't repeat the same mistakes. I won't become a part of the past.
My brother took his life on Sept. 8, 2019, two days before World Suicide Prevention Day. The title "Suicide September" is a cryptic reminder of the month my brother took his life and the year that followed the moment I realized I'm still not okay.
Gravity died, Or so it seemed to us, who were to die, All loose objects vortical, Yet static, car spinning, side over side, the policeman said, No one could've survived, Radial blur All in the rearview Thud of impact, Thud of stillness No screams till the spinning wheel ceased and then only one, melting like snow upon asphalt.
As somber as a faulty street light This chill has never felt so numb I walk at nighttime through empty streets And daydream about days yet to come The stars prove that although lonely We are truly not alone With lights like these to watch over me I can easily say 'I am home'
what is life what am I doing to complain of doing the same but make no push to do different it feels miserable that my life is a broken record on repeat bottles of water in my room judge so does all the food they watch as I suffer in silence my head feels like it's swelling with emotions unreleased it's so heavy to pick up I rather rest in bed with a body already so restless sleep does nothing for it I feel like **** and I can't escape this room suffocating by the binds of guidelines drowning in uncomfort of my home I barely bathe three times a week if lucky I hold in my *** because I don't like the way my ***** hits the water I pinch my ears so I don't have to hear I jab earphones in so I feel invisible when I leave my room to eat I blast music so it deafens the depressing state of my reality the only peace I feel is when I drift into sleep only then my reality becomes something more manageable so why shouldn't I sleep forever?