remanants of a beautiful ghostI was calledremanants of a beautiful ghost by Themoonofmyheart
onto songs so sweet that
even berries of a wild spring
faded to cease
in taste that rolls upon
my only mimosa lips
refraining to open
for the trespassers who stood
with big bold signs
through every season
my arms dissipated a stream
of life whimpering
against weeds growing alongside
because I believed
giving away in truth brought
and all of me instead
until I tried saving
of my testimony
so that I could live
at the little banks
of angel pools
hidden beneath winter breeze
I am left being nothing
but a mist of love
ManiaManiaMania by aiftw
Laughing in the face of insanity
…has become second nature to me, now,
…as closing my eyes
has become the portal to madness.
The gravel path leading from
the door with the blood blotches
Murders of ravens and crows
in the dim forest where I belong.
Accents of shadow and mist
to my solitude
Red orbs peering deep
into my fear
The only place I can come
to laugh, to cry
to let hysteria feed my
…and find false peace
In delusional dementia
So much fun
and sixty-eight butterflies
baking in the sun.
*Thaw*Thaw is impending*Thaw* by Delice1941
New love waits on horizon
Temperature no longer zero.
For the BoatmanCharon, I still keep the constellations in jars. You will not take me across the Acheron, so I wait on the river bank, trying to steal pennies from other passengers. I hear them clinking in your hull, ferryman, forgotten and oxidized. You call me by my name, even now.For the Boatman by SomethingOnceSacred
"Persephone is dead, and her king never heard you crying out as I have."
I sang a hymn for you, Charon, but you only smiled and turned away.
Charon, have you met the slighted king? When he called, I answered, but his memory was just as rotten as mine. I had loved him with my own shadow, once. Ferryman, have you ever been in love?
"Stay on the shore. There are those who would see you swallowed whole. Little one, stay on the shore."
No one told them they couldn't swim to Tartarus. Sometimes, I believe I knew them better before you refused my paper stars.
Charon, am I drowning again? Or has there always been saltwater here? They never said anything.
"The inbetween is purging itself of you."
No one's joi
House Of MemoriesI have come home again today my dear house of memories. I give to you my greatest gift of mind so that you may bare the ripest of fruits, so that you may be the tallest among willows, and so that you will never fade. I only ask is that you share your riches; the knowledge that I once watered you with. Well it is true you know me the best. I dare say that it is the same as you know.House Of Memories by TheInfernoVoid
For I always come and venture there within your halls slowly striding along, but before I creek open your doors I breathe in the cold air and watch the green grass bend. The sun here is neither too high nor too low and even the shadows are never to deep nor the light ever too bright. You carry about you a fondness, a warm air I believe. The breeze of remembrance and nostalgia fill the wind, but each speck of your existence forms the cosmos. Emotions and feelings beyond emotions. Understanding you and I. I share this with you, my final waters, so you may grow.
The Boy and the SailorThe little boy stopped in front of the elder sailor, admiring the man’s stagnant position along with his strong posture. The sailor continued to smoke his decrepit pipe, unaware of the boy staring at him. The boy contemplated what he should do- whether to tap the man before asking him questions or just to start asking them aloud. As the boy pondered over what he should do, the old sailor finally took notice of the well-dressed school boy in front of him.The Boy and the Sailor by Pauper-Circumstance
“What do ya want, sonny?” the sailor asked.
“I don’t rightly know, sir,” the nervous boy replied.
“Ain’t ya or ain’t ya not goin’ ask me something?”
“I’m not sure what to ask you.”
“Well, ya better ask me quick cause I’m liable to drop dead any second.”
“Lemme think, sir. Why do you wear your anchor tattoo on your leg instead of your arm?”
“Keeps me grounded this way I don’t fly away like them balloons.”
UniverseThe grand scheme of things, ready?Universe by rociobelindamendez
We begin in your room, we zoom out to your house, your street, your neighbourhood, your city, your state, your country, your region. We continue to zoom out, a little faster now; oceans, mountains, deserts, waterfalls, ice lands, copious amounts of land, clouds. Suddenly we’re in space, we pass our sun, the milky way, the next nebula, stars, planets, asteroids, particles…
In the infinity of the Universe, we’re but a speck.
Let’s give this speck a shape, sphere? Ok.
Let’s say it’s the Earths size –– so we can put it into quick perspective.
In this Universe we’ve dubbed ‘Earth’ we’re not an ocean, a landscape, a country, we’re not a state, or even a suburb; we’re one household. Every single thing we know as our entire planet, is but a one-story cottage-like household in the middle of the entire Earth, and even that is a stretch.
Wrap your head around
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