starless nights are the worst. by Roses-And-Hearts, literature
Literature
starless nights are the worst.
Starless nights are the worst.
Starlit nights in open oceans. What a dream of wondering things. . .
Like the heart it took to believe in one so young as she.
It is the reflection on the water, mimicking the moon and the universe,
created by shards of civilizations. One human would never dare to dream that kind of dream.
Locked in confinements, held by the chains of a brief believe. It is okay to have faith,
it is okay to think, too.
So long as the shadow lingers, drifting down beneath the raft in the sea of uncertainty.
Whispering softly below the waves 'see me, see me' but he who wears a blindfold
will never be anything but blind
Blinded but Searching Still by Roses-And-Hearts, literature
Literature
Blinded but Searching Still
Our meaning is hidden between clever words,
and woes for which we've never heard,
and yet still seek to sedate.
What wonderful people the world holds,
cradled away in kindness.
Those who know the horror
and those who fight it.
The poet says it's poetry,
but I say it's poetry!
And there's a difference when the thing is restless,
turned and churned and it wont let go,
why would you?
There's a soul behind the story bared like a caged bird,
flightless and exposed.
She fears the eyes that gaze upon her,
and locks herself away within a cage
within her cage.
Like the heart that isn't beating loud enough;
it's bleeding in the crowd
I used to wake with holes
On the sides of my torso
-When I could sleep-
I realised it was where you attached your headphones
To hear me breathe
And the scars on my eardrums
Channelled my dreams
But now I can not sleep
For the mist forever falls
And the stars are left uncovered
With the capture of my heart
The key lies beneath the sun
Upon Orion's belt
So I shall wait
And put my trust
In a man, made of stars.
A beating heart of wings
Twisted in tongue-tied knots
Where fingertips tread
And silence is sown
Through gaps in the lungs of moths
Bigger than I
Smaller than me
I dance with the fireflies light
Turning rain to dew
And still I try to convince myself
That there is such a fear, as of butterflies
The freedom of the stars
Will watch me
Till I'm doubled over
Bent, not broken
Until I've seen a million different faces
I will not rest
For the blue eyes of space
Just appear closer
When I'm breathing
no
air