Submissions by Morpheus243

The Open Forest

The Bird on a Grapevine enters a heart
Not the heart of a man or beast, but a forest
With trees that grow taller the more they sway with the stormy winds of The Overthinker
Their roots however are stuck in the deepest vein of this leafy heart, Consciousness
The trees are beautiful peculiar things, unfazed by whatever state The Open Forest is in, as they grow taller and taller, and sink deeper and deeper into Consciousness
They are invaders that have never let go of The Open Forest since... The Awakening
But that is for another time as...

Dead silver. Silver's sliver. A sliver of hope.
The hope that I have when I stare at your dark emotionless walls, yet there lies in between the dearest color of bittersweet envy,
The color for the ones I love and adore and abhor.
For what purpose might I stare at your beauty?
And for what life might I lead?
Shall I huddle in a corner of cobblestone reeds?
My life reflects my window as shall it be.
But neither sky, nor wall, nor hill, nor tree; could shake my dead silver positivity