Dead eyes

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.

Thistles and burr

You are it!

I implore you to say

you are an artist, she said.

Cave your name on the surface of reality

Find your armor

Sharpen It,

Wear it fast against yourself

Protect it with such might

As seasons bring in new silhouettes of you

Some as harsh as a brutal winter

Some as joyous as the dawning of spring

Mistakes are bound to be made, but

forget not your greatest masterpiece,

Your heart.

See evil, Say no evil, Done evil

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 act 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 present 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 drying up

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

Bliss

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!

I wanna stand here and whisper

As I should.

Go that way,

I will take the long way down

I will find my way around.

I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,

The dissonance is draining, so

Am going back in, into myself

Basking in my solitude, sublime!

It takes a while to come back out,

So don’t hold your breath.

Mantle

I can’t believe that I can’t believe it!

Dancing to my tune of rejection

Wrapped up in my internal dissension,

That I somehow ignored my insignificance.

Now, I know am only passing through

Hurts, cause I made in you a mantle.

Had it almost,

Now I do believe am only passing through.

What to say and what I really mean,

“Imagine them, Compare to you”

Am I over thinking things again?

Will I gain courage for the truth?

Maybe, cause where my heart is there is never a home.

I think I wanna be alone now!

Why?

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde

Was it because I stood up to the man in the mirror,

I thought it get better from there.

Was it because I stop listening to the voices,

it was unfriendly.

Was it because I started smiling,

sadness is a chore.

 

Tell me why, I deserve to know

or do you just miss sipping from the cup of broken me?

Why take it away?

Now Piper does of babel,

and you fucking ibis’s take note!