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Why should I surrender to fear? / Oh, is this frailty I sense in me? / As I'm budding I envision the aethers / Embracing me, rapturously, / I spiral upwards / Efflorescing, bursting into bloom. / Why do we tremble at change, / Yet embrace continuity? / When do we stop pining & / Herald equanimity, harmoniously? / Yin & Yang; of lore I once sang, / Now triumphalistically I declare His name. / Freedom reigns / Truth prevails, / Justice weighs / Spirit sustains / A diaphanous azure flame: / —I shall ne' er be the same. / (—Se' lah)
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Apr 1, 2023
Apr 1, 2023 at 10:01 AM UTC
Fatalistic Freedom (Originally penned on Saturday, February 4th, 2023)
_Part I_ Out of death, My shallow grave, I rise. My eyes With godlike vision, They can see through The dark The gloom And the mind. Lonely is the road, tread by wheels, Watching them go. Spectrum of colors, Halo's gold, All fading into oblivion. Vacant houses, keeping - lost words - in Lines that cross faces, so familiar, Don't write their names. No recollection of the light in their eyes. Captain of the Titanic, Sail on. My skin is cold. Stale blood running in veins, I can't help but to overhear. Roses on a wooden box. The world is dying, I remain. _Part II_ Of eternal life and punishment, I confess: The sin of Nostalgia in my static heart- For longing to burn down the world, Not for creation of new in the ashes, but for destruction, that will end all destruction, for one last collision of life and death joined into one.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC
Confession of a Vampire
They deposed of laughter in the rain listened on this terrain in their awful pegs retentive clamour while dark gruesome hours descended as them that didn't willingly tie for their enamor while flatulence then finally was hardily retorted in debate yet their nostalgia doom relived this planet in this luxury then so they'd flatten this inn divide while in lies that pack frozen in their teeth
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Capitally A Day
You know that feeling of mild annoyance when your friend forces you into watching a video you didn't want to watch and then an ad plays before it so you have to watch that too? That's how I feel about being alive. Like I don't want to **** myself or anything I'm just a little annoyed by being here and having to sit through dumb **** all the time
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
A Vine I Saw Three Years Ago With Several Million Views
A burnt out bulb, just hanging there. No more light to share, or shadows to shear. No phoenix moment, Totally spent.
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Bulb