#astonishment
To every shunned creature
To every feared creature
To every despised and frightened beast
To which every look is a look of disgust
I shall look with care and astonishment
As such beautifully misunderstood creatures exist
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
Feelings,
Shown—
Feelings,
Grown.
I can’t help but to
fall in awe
with her
idyllic astonishment;
like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
(not so)
blissful slumber.
I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
b e a u t y
for
Misconstrued Paraselene.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
ATMOSPHERICAL WISH
High
but couldn't
touch
the sky, but
when I can
I'ma
reach for the
stars ✨
and dive
in the
moon, my
wish is
to
someday
swim in
the pool
of
the clouds.
Playing
with the
celestial
bodies.
Oh my
thought in
the air
on
Cloudnine
so fly high
in my
imaginary
atmospherical wish.
They say these is a esthetic.
Do
you really
find it
invoking?
Beautiful clouds
Wonderful heavens
Quite amazing world.
#c9_fm
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
in other worlds..." he corrected himself -
"The being in constant astonishment in other worlds - words, dies. Starves from too much food."
TOO MUCH ASTONISHMENT.
such astonishment to be unlearned in the meeting of two friends on a bench,
the opening of curtains to a blue-gold sky
the sheer pleasure of creating a world -
(word?)
- and a person and a FEELING
from a black-inked nib and a white scratched page
THIS IS THE FATE OF THE WATCHER
trapped alone in astonishment, a seer
Cassandra of ordinary happenings.
look at the living that is being LIVED!
- and never believed.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
Sunrise to sunset—nay, even beyond,
time in commitment to accomplishment,
the world demands my efforts to respond,
but I am struck dumb with astonishment.
Starry nights mind thoughts I cannot control,
while azure skies beg me to live my dreams.
The unconscious desires of my soul
zealously dominate my conscious streams.
It is day! A new day, with much to do!
Still, those earthly needs have been pushed aside.
I cannot rid myself of thoughts of you—
and I can think of nothing else beside.
Day has come, though the sunrise should inspire,
you are the inspiration I require.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
An addiction to the color named red,
An affinity to feelings of dread,
Like waterfalls and raindrops, I feel drenched,
Clothed in a gown of crimson red is death.
Hemophilia causes excessive blood loss,
Just by being touched, you bloom like a rose!
Like roses with thorns that bleeds it's color.
To me who's bleeding out, "You're just a pose!"
I scream out with anguish, a quiet pause.
I lay in a pool of ****** dolor...
To me, you're lips are just like spikes and thorns,
With flowery words born from blooming roses,
As if an explosion of gray matter,
Were your poems that made me bleed all-out.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC