Looking for something, not sure what it is.
Lately, I have been feeling like I need to get lost in something. You know the kinda feeling where you are just lost in the motion and don’t feel anything around you but the presence of just being.
Like eyes closed, dancing to your favorite song in the dark. Not caring if the motions are weird, you are just lost in the music!
Like that, everyday!
Does that make sense?🤔
Let see if getting lost in a book will do the trick 💭
Where will your pride take you?
Beware,
You’re riding on the waves of your ego.
Know this,
Even the waves had an end.
Short lived sporadic sprouts of force
Became,
Flat and deprived of life.
For a moment.
The ground on which you stand,
connects us all, you and me.
A tiny piece I caved, a strong hold
made by me, for us.
Perfectly curated and maintained,
held onto tightly,
even against the tides,
but the grips are burning.
Can’t hold on much longer,
Can you hold the reins for a while?
Oh to have lived!
Can’t you see, we are nothing
Life is fleeting,
Right before your dead eyes.
Won’t you wake up?!
Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.
Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.
Speak to me
You are barely living
Tell me you want more
This too shall pass, I promise.
Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.
Remember when we lived life
The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.
This sadness is a chore, my friend
there are holes in all of us,
but we must carry on.
Oh to be alone!
Before I come back,
Am heading home
Solo!
You are it!
I implore you—
say you are an artist.
Carve your name
into the surface of reality.
Find your small deaths,
die to them.
Seasons will shape you,
the wolfs will circle,
The thrill of becoming.
You will err,
this too is art.
your greatest masterpiece?
your heart.
The name and pretense of virtue is as serviceable to self-interest as are real vices.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
The forbidden, no one speaks of it.
Not you, him or them
and neither will I.
We perfected the art of pretense.
If not spoken, then there isn’t life to it
Hence, did it really happen?
Peace of mind so foreign,
can barely remember when you had the luxury of its presence.
Your soul on the cross,
seasons after seasons,
living for your mistakes.
Hey! the Celeste are calling,
if fettered with a troubled soul
come forth and be gifted tranquility.
I presented you this, time after time.
Walk away from your pride, I say.
Love your flaws.
Yet you cling on to the misery you call life.
I have to say, you are fading
from the inside out,
and its almost beautiful to watch if it wasn’t familiar, dead eye.
As we dwell at the teat of the forbidden you forbade.
Written for Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Forbidden – October 11, 2022
Dancing in a yellow light
Oblivious to world around
It’s just me, myself and the blues
Its all fleeting!
It’s gone,
Packed it’s bag and took off without a goodbye.
Some people actually think it was a curse,
borderline stupid.
But I still want to bask in the bliss of my ‘former’ ignorance.
This self-awareness is very much a hindrance.
Slowly watching my mind becomes an enemy of itself, as it over analyze the smallest smirk.
Please tell me this eventually goes away!
Wait!
If you get too close
and am not how you hoped,
forgive my deceit.
I was raised with little love
scared to life, scared to be
So, I show what you might like.
A facade, is all.
Am running back up the hills now, do not try to follow me.
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