Cometh thy sun
Down to kiss our earth
Warming the cover of
Frost-bitten dirt
Oh, how the ice drips and
Into clouds they shall evolve
Here come the buds
Along with the ever-loving birds
Holding on branches
Like hands
Spread out
Light kisses, like butterfly whispers,
lost in the ether of it all.
Lasting not, it broke in two and then dissolved.
When I die,
please find my soul
and let it go.
Where our hands meet
with your blushed cheeks,
on a mountaintop,
where snow reigns,
and
our smiles glow.
Cometh thy sun
Down to kiss our earth
Warming the cover of
Frost-bitten dirt
Oh, how the ice drips and
Into clouds they shall evolve
Here come the buds
Along with the ever-loving birds
Holding on branches
Like hands
Spread out
A trembling flame
of a pale candle
was the #inspiration
that light up inside me
the #desire of revolution
'Cause pale i didn't
want it anymore
Its flame i wanted
to make brighter
an epic pyre that
would burn down
the rottenness
of this world
#vss365
In the realm of the forgotten
Where darkness lives
You’ll find the Queen of sorrow and pain
She collects the broken souls
Her story the saddest of them all
She is the original
The first
Condemned to re-live her misery
To have each forgotten and broken soul re-live theirs and hers
A place you hope
To never find yourself
They crowd around
like dead trees,
vicious thoughts
so hurtingly.
They know not but cheap
parlor tricks.
Oh’ only if they
had the mind
to recognize a grey stone
in their midst.
Nor would they bother,
Nor do they care.
To protect one’s heart,
one mustn’t be there.
Ocean waves, like fingertips, playing lightly with the stones. Reflections of the day, fall into shadows of unknown. Once warmed flesh, now cold air with deep breaths, lungs full. Living forever in this moment with you, doesn’t seem so long.
A memory,
as I descend into grey rock.
Almost felt something real,
until all the illusions burnt out.
Lost in a cloud of purple magic,
spazzing haze.
Betrayed and left for dead,
as my heart fell into the sea.
Looking down in anguish,
to save myself,
my body,
had to leave.
#Vss365#Myopic
When a traffic jam
Of minds meld,
And their lullaby twists
Hypnotic~
Individualism becomes a shadow
Of morality, unheld,
And the heart of their eyes,
The soul of their truth,
Projects on you..myopic
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