Excelsior?It's fading so quickly, nowExcelsior? by xXzemiaXx
faint in the distance
feigning to listen
dying to be heard
A muddied flag in my muddled eyes
with a stain, a tear, in the
lower left-hand corner
It's rather pointless to mention
the brazen streak across the middle
we all have it somewhere,
our last hurrah.
It sings with such finality but the tone
the tone wavers on
to last note,
a mumbled scream in a dense forest.
This nature does not beckon,
She does not
But I will
crouch in Her canopy
reaching for the silken tatters
reaching for the last note
before it's all burned by the Sun:
crisp and unyielding,
fertile dirt turned to stone.
Teen Angstthe air is a thick swarmTeen Angst by xXzemiaXx
though it is lazy as well
a lethargic dawdling attempt
to be cavalier amidst
this heavy onslaught
day in day out
the edge of a
storm yet to pass
an opaque cloak
hiding our horizon
this too shall obliterate
the sacrament of our youth
turning overI float face upturning over by xXzemiaXx
in the murk, the abyss
and consider turning over.
I am splashed with these
anxious droplets, thousands
I am quaking from this
chill, my organs in shock
You are not seeing these
hefty worries, millions
I am trying to remember
I still float
on the edge of these infinite horizons
When I wake
if i wake
will I embrace the comfort of clouds?
will I gaze across barren skies?
An IntermissionYour gaze lies heavy as a weightAn Intermission by xXzemiaXx
firm and unforgiving
upon my mind.
I wilt under its wait, Calm
Cool, Collected, and perfectly nonchalant
Your gaze burns as the surface of the sun
oil and lava
upon my eyes
I wonder if I should look away, Frenzied
Hot, Scattered, and incredibly obvious
My gaze falls quick as a baby bird
too young to fly
upon your heart
Working lungsI can breatheWorking lungs by everyonewearsamask
For once in my life
I can breathe
And the breathe from your lungs
Lifts my wings off my back
And allows me to pick up breezes from distant shores
I can breathe
I can laugh
I can see your bones Jitter with a laughter that could topple civilizations
And inspire new ones to grow within the rubble
I can smile and feel my worries whither in your luminous gaze
I can grow, thrusting my roots into the ground
Allowing them to reach far continents and distant futures
For once I can roam
Floating, exploring, and diving within myself to unravel the mess that is my life
No longer scared of my doors closing behind me
For once I let my pores and wounds bath in sunlight
As I inhale all of what life is and what it means to strive
For once, I can breathe
A Couple minutes too earlyIt always happens in lapses. Small insignificant amounts of time, that evidently add up to a lot more than what they’re worth. Something new, strange and challenging. Shoved out of the comfort zone I had just made for myself. I’m available for change, I welcome it. But like all gelatinous forms I need time to collapse, to form into my new mold. Without that time I panic, I jumble, I refuse to be any other shape than what I was before. Stubborn. Stressed. Scared. I let it show. Hell, I scream it on the top of my lungs. The type of agonizing scream that takes a humanoid shrill and turns it into wave lengths of sound. No longer human. Clawing at my ceramic cage. My new bowl. It’s this increment of time , this panic zone that builds up. Verbalized as nervous laughter, pleads of mercy. Begging and begging for more time. Allowing my anxiety to take over my conscience like a demon possessing my heart. MaA Couple minutes too early by everyonewearsamask
I'm somewhere between a vegan and a vegetarian. I'm an atheistic bodhi-satanist. I have natural red curly hair-- though maybe tomorrow I'll be bald?|
Architecture and writing are the best forms of art...
my dream is to design a kick ass library.(=
[though libraries are already, in their own right, pretty damn kick ass]
"Money is the one true Evil.
Nature is the actual God.
Morality is an engraved Lie.
Music is Life.
Written word is Power."