Wisdom4Sorrow

Remember, remember the 8th of November – When 52% of this country’s heart dropped into its stomach. We, a nation born of refugees. Where “...All men are created equal.” “Please!” “No!” Demand change. Rise up and know that this Land of the Free – I pray thee – Know – THAT THIS IS YOUR HOME, DEAR BRAVE. No more social media slave. Step out of the screen and – RISE UP! Not with violence – Nor for retribution... But for the freedom of those you love most dear. For I say to thee, From sea to shining to sea – History cannot repeat on’ me. Wh

I don’t want to write anymore, Because writing means I care. And I don’t want it. I don’t want to feel this much. Don’t want to overthink. Don’t want to wonder what I did to deserve this. How petty are my thoughts? How unwarrantedly guilty? My sister is borderline… I’m starting to wonder if I am too. Because there is no way that you care… But my thoughts won’t stop spinning… Spinning. It’s been two months since we last spoke. My heart has left the freezer for the warmth of the fridge… You always liked that about me – how my tongue lay permanently in my cheek. I alw

It’s like I’m bleeding without wounds. My soul pouring out through my palms… So cold. Wondering what went wrong. Bare hands to the snow. I can’t breathe. I miss the warmth from your emerald fires. This heart of mine was once the strongest fortress in the Western hemisphere. My Achilles’ heel hath been found – in my want of you. Friends speak to remind me of who I am. A Daughter of Mars – Ready to take on the world with a moment’s notice. Yet this warrior’s heart feels without… But with each day of pride and silence, The kindling that lay dormant – start to tremble and burn. As

Spinning door – Mais sans un cœur... To the Boy without a Heart. "Left en Italie", he says. Maintenant, il peut donner rien. Empty eyes of the Earth sing only just for her. And with each note, I realize – This heart grows more perturbed. For the fantasy of a goddess Overthrows the reality of a queen. His eyes have seen. His hands have touched. He freely stays... Within the bars of his mind Yearning for more time in Aphrodite's prison.

Open the door Let me into the frame Slam it on my heart. Sticky still is the cement Of the wall risen up Her name reverberates through your being. Hades knows, I’ll never measure up... For who in his right mind would want Brigid when he’s tasted Aphrodite?

Until the End of Her time existence without importance Days neglected are filled with remarks of self-pity "If my life were this way", begin her envious thoughts... But would it truly be better? Should nights without celestial kingdoms help to stimulate her dreams? For without a Heavensent Inferno – who can they blame? Tides Of Sorrow bring the weary sands of strength When No Mortality is grievous enough to cause empathy for the acclaimed damned Preach the words that say she's neither a Hellsend nor a Gift of God When the Love now believes in no life beyond death.... Ashes fall to form a fragile castle With one touch you can break th

Memorizing lines No longer a solo task You found a script yourself it seems Letting the words become mask I was the audience Believed in your dreams As if they were my own The stage grows smaller Meant now only for one Take a seat with the one you love, dear And watch as your once muse performs in the light I hope it blinds you my wanted love Let the green fires take your heart A Fool of Hearts I am yet again Now let you be the same. A broken star, I was born And as I will remain.

Dead eyes greet me where once love reverberated A black cloak replacing the normal sky-hued garment you weekly don Something is off, my dear Venom drips from the tongue I’ve come to love An antidote I would give you  – If only I knew the sickness The poison seeps into my ears Into my veins Into my heart

Eyes like evergrowing blackholes upon water My stomach speaks Lips part and the ocean is solely heard Waves rush warm throughout my veins Can we just stay here?