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Spring Mnemosyne Dec 2020
You might see them in the sea,
Head's above the water, staring
at the lofty sky while being mauled
By the creatures of their past
underneath. They choose to feed
Themselves with bread of no
Yeastβ€”afraid to grow and
Fight again.

Some are walking backwards,
Trying to go back in wistful
Nostalgia, wanting to know
Why they inhale pain and
Reaping weeds for they never
Sow it. And I met one resting
In ethereal comfort, migrating
In the world of words.
Traveling to places they've
Never been before.

The ruins whose hope
Are now worn out mumbled
For one thing: the good riddance
Of winter pain. The lost just want
To be led home and dreamed
Of a moment when they can
Laugh out their lungs again,
Celebrate the feast of merriment.
You'll see, they'll put themselves
back together and standβ€”
One day at a time.

β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
it's good to write again here, have a great day ahead hoomans. stay hydrated <333
Spring Mnemosyne Dec 2020
Heather, Heather,
You are my own disaster,
Take a look closer
At your lifeless lover,

You slaughtered him because of jealousy
When you even possessed Aphrodite's beauty,
Love has gone wrong
And changed into a berserk song,

Heather, Heather,
I love you dear,
Now I'll suffer
Inside a metal bars with fear,

Stop being guilty,
You can hide the truth but don't run away
I beg youβ€”don't leave me,

Heather, Heather,
What have you done?
Is it fun putting
The blame to your mother?
Spring Mnemosyne Dec 2020
She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’‚π’”π’Œ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,
π’„π’π’π’„π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’˜π’π’–π’π’…,
π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅
π’„π’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
β€”her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
spring m. is simply my pseudonym.
Spring Mnemosyne Dec 2020
β€’Β Β Β Β  counting sheeps ain't
Β Β Β Β Β Β enough for you to fall asleep
Β Β Β Β Β Β when thoughts are lurking
Β Β Β Β Β Β in every corner of your
Β Β Β Β Β Β mind, dancing with your
Β Β Β Β Β Β cellsβ€”causing the
Β Β Β Β Β Β window of your soul to
Β Β Β Β Β Β be wide open.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
I wrote this one when I was fighting with my thoughts, obviously, hshshshs.
Spring Mnemosyne Dec 2020
I once calculated the love
That I have to myselfβ€”
And t'was syntax error.
Abhorrent is all I can offer
to this soul of imperfections.

I dared to enter a relationship
that I was not prepared for
And that was bluntly a mistake.

How desperate I am and urged
Myself to feel love then end up
breaking someone's heart by
Making him just an escape.

Realization hits me so hard
And made me stumbled on
the ground, besotted I am
Forgetting the very first step
When entering that euphoric
and poignant feelingβ€”

𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’Šπ’” 𝒂 π’Žπ’–π’”π’•.

— The End —