Even In The Ringing Of Bells
even in the ringing of bells
there's a sound like nothing else
a heart that singing underground
swims alongside where you roam
and I know what I don't
and I don't what I won't
and its hard to stay afloat
Alone here
-s’s.
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there's a slope that i'd die on, after i fell hard,
voice of honey silk that wraps you in
I tried to get up, I couldn't have stopped,
but now I'm stranger than I ever was
de Dreamland (a soft war)
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
the body
seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.
but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.
know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.
i love you because you’re alive.
i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.
— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
the cartoons and the movies have no wide-eyed gazes to look back at them. no light of day to shine across the dusty screen. abandoned life, abandoned dreams. left lonely and hidden beyond care. what does it all mean. in this ghost town.
-s's.
it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight
-s's.
until the day
this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
ghost of mist and pieces and trees
falling delightfully like fading spring
ghost of loss, of thought, of everything
-s’s.
day, be my night,
letting me see nothing else,
except for the moon's empire
created out of star death
-s's.
today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death
Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up
grim appetite for the full dark night
-s's.
I wake up
and you
are singing in a million trees
get dressed
and you
have nobody left to envy
and you
see me for another time
and you
Say nothing
as you
walk past me
-s’s.
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