Submissions by nostalgic_being10

Wounds that continue to grow in size,
Over the years, animosity accumulated.
Falsehoods that I wasn't hurt— but I was.
Self-loathing monologues, now familiarized.
Even after painted lines, I remain hungry, unsatisfied.

Sadness turned into anger,
Bid farewell when numbness replaced her.
For hollow and numb—that’s what my remains are called now.
How did I get here?
I am not certain how.

At first, I thought an act overtook my mind
Desires to be special, like an actress who prettily cries.
Then, my passion for painting...

At last, the blues return,
In spite of the sultry surroundings.
The rays of the sun do not reach me,
Distant echoes, unfamiliar—
Merely the maddening pounding.

The pounding plagues my hearing,
Since it caged me in these blues.
Merely that last summer,
They introduced me to my doom.

Now, a glistening, pristine canvas—my eyes are set upon.
Warmth, a withdrawal, for the heat is foreign.
I kept staring at the sun till it bids farewell,
Only to rise again at dawn.

Blinding promises invite me outside.
They seek...

Gazing at the spherical moon,
I notice it doesn't look the same to you
While I admire its glow, its silver beax
Your grey perception has no clue

Do not fret; it is my mistake alone
How shallow of me to assume
You notice nature's gloom—
For moons and stars are merely that to you

Cryptic symbols furnish my tomb
Try to decipher my last plea

I give you one last scream
Begging you to notice my moon bleeding

Swirling syllables surround my head
When will the moon's shadowed time end?
Will the moon remind...

Crumbled bones start to mend now,
Restored pieces crawl back to their owner
Chances of rebirth, life's kindness returned as a donor
Life returned at last somehow
Voluntarily, it gave a cure for the ache
Noticed the screeching that came out of the owner's mouth,
Resembling an unforeseen plague

Despite inevitable doom, life saved the bones from decaying
Somehow, it was life that saw willingness remaining
Though the pain of the shattering still lingers,
The pain greater than previous hollow wounds,
At last, the blood pulses through the...