a celestial city awaits
Month: August 2020
healing
i look over at the sun. it's heating up my room, leaving me to broil in drowsy comfort. in the background, my father's voice gradually swells, repetitively battling with his duty to his students and slow understanding of technology. in the corner of my eye i see the medicine sitting on my desk. it peeks… Continue reading healing
rosy
tonight i'm feeling rosy, i think it has something to do with him, i don't really want to have to think about him but, because he's made me feel something i haven't felt in a while, i'll let it pass. i wish i were a quilt, shielding them from their darkest thoughts, i wish i… Continue reading rosy
sweet, the skies blurry
sweet, the skies blurry baby, it's raining every time i open my eyes let me write this prose about you doesn't everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them? i remember the first poem i received, it was 9 pages long, filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow. sweet, do you want me to write verse… Continue reading sweet, the skies blurry
bēlua verbōrum
oh, defiant philomela my tongue has been cut off mouth gapes wide open, only strangled noises emerge. she cries, 'still my revenge shall take its proper time' yet, this anger is not part of me this is not the result of some angry, violent hateful act this is just me.
paradise
to be lost in paradise instead of palm trees and sunshine we see only each other we are each other's paradise you find comfort in me you are everything to me bubbles of colours replace the sky there are no roads no paths we don't need one all journeys start and end with each… Continue reading paradise
discord
i made some friends on facebook a few years ago, those friends soon turned to discord. it's strange to know them as so much time is spent talking to a username... sometimes i wonder if they're real.
social a n x i e t y
don't expect anything anymore. don't look them in the eye. don't get your hopes up. you can feel pretty, but deep down you know they only see the flaws. how does my smile seem more genuine? has anyone ever written a manual on how to have fun? remember how you used to hide? i once… Continue reading social a n x i e t y
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