...all the places you've never been...
Audacity to hope
Carry,In your dusk hearts Pumping fear when shadowsscare, the audacity to hopeFor light.©chinahorom_
#archaicDishing Loki vibes
Caliginous hope entwined in diaphanous dreams waits and wants and waits, slipping into a niveous haze.Change will come with shades of fading realities, shadowed in saturated apricity.We will be free again!"The only time I fall is upwards.And when I rise, I am vapour returning to the clouds, my mothership.Submitting to gravity is frail.I am your superior.Bow! "©chinahorom_
Here's to dreams of utter gibberish, where one thing leads to another Lol.
We skirt around each other.Our eyes undressing each other down to our bones.We're cold so we search everywhere, even the cupboards for anything warm.Anything.But we find a mirror,In it we see that we are the skeletons that were meant to be locked away.We pull the carpets as a last resortTo find a secret word beneathWe whisper it with shaky breathsAnd in an instant, we're floating to a deserted beach.Searching for treasure we didn't keep.You go further into land, I wade into the sea.Its cold being a skeleton but that's all I feel.Alone, the sea is my ship and the earth is my ocean.I cry mutiny against Poseidon;I am now captain of this Blue Pearl! They say dead men tell no tales but this is my story.So maybe. Just maybe. I'm still alive.Or this could just be an echo of my living, My "note in bottle" dream.Maybe not even the cold sea will wake me but my wretched alarm... Arhhgggg!!!!©chinahorom_
The Midnight Seller Of Secrets (2)
I want to stay in the Umbras, Build a house in Penumbras, Start a farm in Antumbras.Fish in Dawn and throw a party in Dusk.I want to live in Betweens.I want to stay in the Shadows.Bathing in the fresh dew of Almost Mornings,Drying myself under burning stars at Almost NightsAnd weaving pale black velvet from seasons of Twilight.I want to live in Betweens.But I cannot.I make shadows but I cannot hide under it.I'm either here or thereto show my face.Where will I run to when Sun comes to collect my debt of warmth?A pound only! Where is my Judge, Daniel?!I cannot ever pay in gold when all I drip is silver?I am known everywhere, carrying around my dark spots of shame;I am Moon.©chinahorom_
Peppery stew tickling my nose.Hauling angry words at a blaring TV.Helping Nike with her homework,Repeating instructions like a broken record.Eating rice...again.Looking out the window, grateful I'm not under the scorching sun.Giggling at something Gid said.Ehma strumming his guitar to my sister, Christi's soft singing.Me? I play my music with my pen against paper, crafting poems,The perfect percussion to accompany the weekend 's frenzied music.©chinahorom_
I fall for you, Each year, Like frozen dewUpon your head. My thoughts of you are warmThat is why I melt on you skin.And I fall some moreWhen I find your love akin.©chinahorom_
Of everything you believe; you are.©chinahorom_
This is sooo weird
An inscription in crimson
I put my poems onYour neckI lead you onThe cobbled streetsWhere blood streaksLike the road has veins. I lead you to the slaughter house.Come with me, my love.Come taste metaphors dripping from sharp edgesKnifes out, Just the way you like it.Let me show you what cutting edge meansOn your skinA calligraphy of scars. Darling, I will make you beautiful.Like a sculptor, I will break and chisel out all your insecuritiesYou will reflect your new mind. Come.Follow me to that hillLet me love you like a thief, Let me steal your heart, Every night.Let me draw an xAn inscription in crimsonTo find the treasures of your heart. I want you bare, my love.Naked.Sweating to dilute the ink On your skinAs light as paper;Let us writheAnd shiverIn the splendor of longing and wanting, Having and receiving.Come.You won't be the same after tonight.A lovely pain,A waltz through the fire,To kill every dross demon.My silver solace, come.Come and let me love you.Let us...let us define love.©chinahorom_
#collomlune #50thPost The little good you do goes a long way. Keep at it! ❤❤
Wisps of storms
On gossamer wings, I flutter wisps of storms;The butterfly effect.©chinahorom_
EC number twoThank you! @miraquill and @writersnetwork#topography
The lonely moon's metanoia.
Drifting across the cloud capped hillsAnd naked leafless trees.Bathing in the bordering oceans,There she washes herself of emotions. Ever wondered why the sea is salty?She journeys to change her phases, alone.The lonely moon's metanoia. ©chinahorom_
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercyAnd temperate lifeSo as to dally the cold in the heart of MenLord have mercy©penchi
An empty heart, an empty paperI lift my pen up again, yet nothing comes to mindNo agony, no rancor, not even doubtWhat do i write when my thoughts are facing a droughtNo love, no muse, no event worth celebratingThus , the pen and i are debatingI want to write, and it doesn't wanna moveFor it doesn't wanna create any more blots on the white paperIt has gotten fed up of my indecisionIt begs to move, and not to draw scribblesIt begs me to write something, that can immortalise the paperYet here i am.. No heart, no thoughtJust a page full of ink blotsGetting crushed beneath the pressureFor i wish to write, i wish to jump into the world of poetryYet no muse, no words left to use.A poet doesn't die to swordsBut to the emptiness on his paperHis resting pen curses him to death faster than a rapier ⚔©sun_writer
A pen is for sure, mightier than a sword.
250th post. Woah!Goodnight. :)
when the people you like reading follow you back.
#snowflake #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetwork
When the world Is a cold place, And doors of cottages are shut. When wood in fireplace ablaze, And warmth of soup men slurp. I absorb the value, of a loaf of bread. The need of, song of birds. I count the missing Leaves on treesI miss the noise of suburbs. I see vacant roadsAnd vacant streets. I see vacant parks, vacant fields. I plead the sunrays, My death for once. To bring back colors of the world.©shivani23
#anxiety #introvert #outcast #fittingin
Ode to the introvert
I see your face as you walk through the door Nervously glancing around the roomJust an average day , until your anxiety comes out to playYou don't want to be here Too many people with endless conversation You'd rather be homeYou're being awfully silent They put you to the test...Questions and inquiries as to why you're not like the restYou feel their eyes on you ... They dont understand You don't fit the mold You're a problem that needs solving Why aren't you laughing ? Why do you feel uncomfortable? They will help you be normal &become someone newDon't change a thing , my fellow outcast Everyone is different There's nothing wrong with you©dreamersneverlearn
Life is like a snowflakeA falling starA fragile reminder of what we areBorn of a raindropEach flake uniqueYet all are blown by the windOr drift without destinationOr cling to one another.
does anyone else feel like they constantly have to justify everything they do? like I'm always mentally preparing a reason behind everything just in case anyone was to question it.
"People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light within"-Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
We won the warBut at what cost?Now we have to survive the traumaAnd the regrets,That will live deep within our soul.And will feed on our thoughtsTill there's nothing left.©sno_w_olf
Every night they haunt you,tempted to tear you to shreds,but they don't.Because they know that if they do,they will be alone.©sno_w_olf