#artiste
So long, life seemed splendid & youth, held such a succulent scent;those mémoires survived the ages still - so on to say & stay beyondthe horizon of wisdom.
Regrets & remorse, as in the epitome of a living today, suffice sucha saddened sight of disbelief upon chapters which ceased toexist...along an algorithm, alleging a passé presumably a Passover- the moulding chapters of maturity & bringing about a change...acollapsed change
The light...this light of childhood happiness, faded so fast &frequently, a belief of betterment arose from frequencies of falsefantasies & fake freedom. Entity erased entirely, doom destroyedwhoever wrote destiny & nothingness built one hell of a void; whatwent wrong?!? Only living such a specific stage of existence once,once to yearn for a relapse of singular sacrificial returns to the oldways - devising delusions of detrimental eras where, Kings & Knights knew & prophesied all together like a miraculous Mage. Isthis how it's supposed to be? Has such a childhood crossed thefinish line already or, did we reach the end of the trail? Too many questions unanswered by these ambitions, ambitions whichexceeded our worth...
So long, before that end, hope retrieved what seemed splendid &youthful, as young as tonight's nature - a sky full of stars, with amoon...well...a moon to guide us home
~ A. Rose
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
Scrolling through Facebook, Born to Run in my ears,
My friends celebrate that they're in the clear;
The beginning of their career.
There's no Wendy running with me, but that's ok.
She'd only get in my way.
Picking my life I jumped the gun. In bed at one for a bus at half five;
"The body is dead but the spirit is alive!"
Trying to read my scripts on the bus, fighting open my eyes.
Won't be back for a while, so mother's last words; sweet goodbyes.
Stepping off the bus, my baggage is heavy; the suitcase too.
My body is worn, my jacket is torn, and there's rain in my shoe.
Wendy. Where are you?
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
You are an artiste
painting with words
shading with wit
coloring with vocabulary
and adding texture with subtle metaphor
There is melody in the emotion
elicited between the words
between the very letters
that you weave into the heart
into my heart.
3D pictures forged in the mind's eye
tacked to the soul
with each line
with each word
with each letter
You are an artiste
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC