Where will your pride take you?
Beware,
You’re riding on the waves of your ego.
Know this,
Even the waves has an end
Short lived, sporadic sprouts of force
But to what end?!
Flat and deprived of life.
For a moment.
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Quicksand
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?
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.
So long
Oh to be alone!
Before I come back,
Am heading home
Solo!
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
Clarity from the blues
Dancing in a yellow light
Oblivious to world around
It’s just me, myself and the blues
Fog
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.
Hi
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!
If i was a writer, i would write tragedies!
“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”
Horace Walpole
In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.
Peace/Torture
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