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1312410 · 5 months
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My future was too bright,
So that to fix my eyes upon it would blind me,
To reach my hand to seize it would burn me.
But now the fire has died,
The light has dimmed
And now I can see that the luminosity of my future
Has faded into the shadows of my past.
- 13.
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1312410 · 5 months
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I remember learning about slaves in school.
I remember wondering how anyone could allow themselves to be shackled.
How anyone belonging to a majority could be abused by a minority.
How anyone couldn't escape their cell.
But now I have learned about slaves in the world.
Now I have seen how we are stripped of choice.
How we in the majority can be split and fractured.
How beyond our cell is a larger cell, and a larger cell beyond it still, in inescapable infinity.
- 13.
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1312410 · 8 months
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Life wasn't always good to me
But life was always good.
Life isn't always important to me
But life is always important.
Life won't always be kind to me
But life will always be kind.
- 13.
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1312410 · 9 months
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Anchored to my past by my memory,
So that the further I rise above it
The greater it strains my mind until finally
The chain snaps
And I am lost at sea.
- 13.
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1312410 · 10 months
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I'm trying and trying
The same things over and over
Fail again and again
Getting older and older.
- 13.
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1312410 · 11 months
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I have an immovable sadness.
I have become so bitter of our world, the decadent capitalist nightmare we slipped into. I sometimes think about taking medication, but ultimately the feelings I'm having are justified, and my issue isn't with feeling sad, my issue is with the world that forces depression on itself.
Talking helps very little, as the ideas and feelings are firm, yet speaking on them only stirs up feelings of suppressed rage and agony. Exploitive capitalism is so ingrained in our everyday life that we cannot escape it, barring revolution on a global scale. Meaning to say that we will likely extinguish ourselves before we see the death of the system that is strangling us. It's so frustrating to participate in something I don't want to be a part of, to contribute to something I don't support.
There is so much wrong.
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1312410 · 11 months
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Every fire dies,
Every ember extinguished.
I will close my eyes,
And the flame is relinquished.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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I spent my last two dollars
Putting air in my tire
So I could make it to work
And in doing so
I resign all notions of an independent life.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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You never learned me.
Only learned about me.
As a grade schooler learns about rocketry,
You never understood me.
Only understood about me.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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I saw red in its brilliant crimson
And thought I had known colour,
Blind to the prismatic spectrum of beauty that rested one shade away.
I had heard a minor note
And felt I had known symphony,
Deaf to the scales of divinity that lay one chord apart.
And I had tried giving my heart to another
Thinking I had known love.
But I was agonizingly unaware of the implacable wonder that waited just one kiss away.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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WASDed my life away.
Four directions and yet I am entirely unmoving.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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Nestled into quiet dreams,
No crease of worry traces your beauty.
In utter stillness, perfect placidity,
All the winds have quieted over the lake
and its seamless surface becomes a mirror to reflect the glint of countless multitudes of starlight.
Where once the image was muddled by ripples,
Waves and treads,
Now can be seen all the wonder of the universe.
Nestled into deep sleep,
No streak of fury lines your brow.
The rain has ceased and the storm has passed,
the forest lies in humble ruin.
Nothing stirs, and equally nothing can be heard
save for the quiet dribble and patter of apologetic droplets fall from weary branches.
In these moments there are no faults,
no failures and no fears.
And for a few quiet hours there are no
creases of worry,
no streaks of fear,
only quiet dreams and deep sleep.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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When they reign we're poor.
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1312410 · 1 year
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Falling upward in love with you,
So high I'm afraid to look down.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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A world within your eyes;
mountains, forests, oceans.
So long have I treaded the verdant valleys veiled by orange sunlight that I've forgotten what it was like outside of them.
So much have I slept, on the earthbed in it's emerald canopy masking the world in a soft bed of life, that I haven't stirred from this dream in months.
So close have I held the glinting treasures of the azure ocean's gifts that I have let go of any other desire.
You wish for your eyes to see the world
Yet you already have a world within your eyes.
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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You're treading the water carefully,
Testing the ambient coolness through your boot.
What are you thinking in these placid moments?
The surface trembles,
Unsteady.
Is your shattered reflection a more true mirror
Than the one by your bed?
- 13.
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1312410 · 1 year
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The sand slips between the glass,
And while I should be pursuing my dreams
I cannot take my eyes away from the growing multitudes of wasted time.
- 13.
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