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What our souls are made of

:☾ a rustic array of verses that whisper themselves through the centuries,and into the shallow depths of my heart. i will write until the sun meets the moon, i will write until the poet dies too soon.16☾︎ the swords i wield get stronger with every scar on my skin.beware, i may very well win.8-m.h.
𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :☾︎ to those people who in the midst of laughter and familiar faces,feel secluded and desolated.this one is for all of us.8𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂 :

scathing Saturn rings
or so Celestial says
treacherous with thought          layla   
deadlier dreams
handsome boys 
darling    
moonrise        
tripwire trail of tragic grief        blue mountains   
white daisies  
dear ma   
the last days   
the wind falls on summer's …
a candlelight vigilant
Tragedies and Escapades
Ocean skips a heart beat 
'tis the frost
Message in a bottle
Jungle cries
before I know it
Sky as mines
The thirteenth day of October
A late sunday

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These knots inside my head,Tighten and worsen .Into an even bigger mess .Winding through,Just like the demons that Spread. The fire that once burned in my heart..Now spits out the ash Going a step ahead,Burning my soul apart.It’s a tornado of thoughts,Of pain,Of stress I wonder who ever could’ve cursed me Who I ever wronged Or whom I must’ve Hurt To be condemned in such ways;To become deserving of this painI wish I could meet Them I’d ask for forgiveness;I’d beg for their Mercy. I don’t care what they’d think.Or what others would sayI just want this misery to come to an end.For this pain to go away

Do they crave to hear my voice echo down the hallways.And pray I come back Do they wish to hear the sound of me coming down the stairways Or maybe listen to just one step.Does my empty seat make them feel empty too.As if a part of them is missing.Do they have nightmares, because of me Maybe even one or Two. Is it wierd setting the table for one person less.Does my absence hang above their heads.Like a lost soul echoing amidst darkness.Does my memory haunt their dreams.Are their minds a chaotic mess.Are they losing sleepBecause of how much they miss meI wonder if they feel empty. If the house is quiet.And the hallways seem lonely.If they regret their riot And all the words they pierced through me Or maybe they’re Overjoyed .Celebrating my Farewell .They never wanted me.And are glad I’m gone.They pray I never come back.Maybe even hope I’m deadI wonder if it’s all different, now that I’m gone…

away together.Far away from this life.To a place where no one knows our names yet.And we’ll dance in the darkness of the nights.Camping out in the openIn the light of a fire.We’ll tell each other our hopes.And all of our desires.We’ll own nothing more than we need.Learn what we’re really here for.And I know this sounds scary.But we’ll leave without a plan.And I also know it’ll be alright.As long your holding my hand________________________________________________________________________________I did it.I’m freeI ran away.I know this sounds stupid but I couldn’t take it much longer. Those people were driving me insane. I needed to get away as soon as possible. I don’t know we’re I’m headed to or where I’ll end up. But what I do know is that I’m finally free.I’m currently walking along some random neighborhood that I have no knowledge of. I know this is dangerous but it’s an adventure and I’m honestly excited for it. My life is …

Pain is inevitable

I cannot escape it

It is all I have ever felt
But I am used to it

Nothing else to feel

Nothing exists

Except the pain

Roller coaster

Roller coaster The journey starts excitement is your only sensation You feel an exhilarating rush You don’t know what’s happening But you don’t care Pure joy, nothing else like it It all passes in a blur You wonder where did the time go So you jump back in line And the adventure starts all over again

Blind Nobody can see me No one cares I’ve always been invisible They do not choose to see They are blind And they don’t know I’m alive I guess I do not exist

Trapped

I cannot escape

Bound by chains of oaths
Never will I see the light

Surrounded by darkness

But I am not broken

My spirit will never be broken

I still have hope

Hope to be free

Without a song

All day long without a song
For me to sing
Such a quiet life it must be
Without any music for company

It would be a sad life to live
Without any melodies
I don’t know how I would survive
In the silence of being alive

Within the silence that would surround me
Don’t know what I would do
No dancing or singing
That’s not living

Never would I live in a world
Without a song
For me to sing