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Helvengens Pavement
This is how carpe died
wings cut,
kicked to the ground
free falling, no back up shoot
Fool, to think the moon could be held
they say, a million shooting stars
illuminated the sky
they still sing, how the wolves of the world howld
on that cold November eve
plummeting through dispares
hallowed embrace
sinking, deeper into darkness
He looked up, the eclipse
all blood stained red
fitting, he thought
opening his arms, laying back for
that inevitable crash
Fool, to think the moon could be tamed
The Coroner, could not determine
cause of death
neither could they understand, how
something so evidently broken
could be so beautifully preserved
Fool, to think the moon could be won
Published 8th Jun 2019
| Edited 28th Jun 2019
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8th Jun 2019 12:18pm
Sometimes we want to catch moonbeams and dance on rainbows, sometimes we can at least once a lifetime.:) Carpe.
13th Jun 2019 10:40pm
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
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13th Jun 2019 10:42pm
11th Jun 2019 8:28pm
I find Inner deaths to be beautiful the way they transform us to Become.
It takes pain.. it takes struggle [because who would do this voluntarily?]
Sometimes, the shadows break us fearlessly, other times shadows point out the moonlight so we may navigate towards it.
But it's when we sit here,
drowning
shivering
seeing nothing but dark,
falling
..that even the Phoenix is bleak
and nothing is won.
Don't forget
The souls know, and are the only ones Awake
Unfold, deary
as the star you are
Thank you for this piece, allowing us to see Broken. But there is nothing dead here, only a fantastic transformation, a birth; something stronger. Change comes with it, this sense of renewal view of life.
And it can almost be tasted on each letter. Great write!
ღ
Skye
It takes pain.. it takes struggle [because who would do this voluntarily?]
Sometimes, the shadows break us fearlessly, other times shadows point out the moonlight so we may navigate towards it.
But it's when we sit here,
drowning
shivering
seeing nothing but dark,
falling
..that even the Phoenix is bleak
and nothing is won.
Don't forget
The souls know, and are the only ones Awake
Unfold, deary
as the star you are
Thank you for this piece, allowing us to see Broken. But there is nothing dead here, only a fantastic transformation, a birth; something stronger. Change comes with it, this sense of renewal view of life.
And it can almost be tasted on each letter. Great write!
ღ
Skye
13th Jun 2019 10:46pm
Thank you for those kind comments and that you see this in this write. What emerges out from the embers time will tell.
Thanks again Skye
Thanks again Skye
