kaethus

The day is just that, Battling the tempest inside, Not things it should be, Frosted cake, presents with bows, Focus drifting to the dark, Sunny skies are lost, Apathy stirring deeply, Will it pass quickly? I hope for a fast release, Lest I fall prey to myself.

#14 Highest ambitions, Exuberantly best-laid plans, Making youthful dreams, Ever fleeting, they can change, By heart's whimsy or fate's hand #15 Awake from night's dream, Your death so vivid, feeling raw, Chilling sweat, it burns, Words my soul wishes to say, Whether real or fake, unknown #16 I can't unsee it, Wounds painted in crimson tones, Above the body, Deafening, it screams for me, Reflecting your deepest self #17 A jubilation, Sparkling happiness and sun, Simple and kind acts, That smile ensnares my soul, The panacea of sadness #18 Newest visitor, Be a silent observer, See us as we are, Harbingers of our own fate, Hopefully for better days #19 Fill my cup to brim, Of wasted tears, foolish dreams, The naive gesture, Neither quenches nor destroys, Memories of liquid pain #20 Heartbeats out of time, Warmth flickering to winter, More frigid than ice, The unknown tastes much sweeter, Than acrid, broken feelings #21 "You doing okay?" My words choke and eyes widen, The

#5 It's overwhelming, How the false sense of normal, Can persuade the mind, That hole within my stomach, Grows larger, never leaving. #6 The wild overgrowth, Golden and crisp to the touch, Bathed summer embers, Poised and ready for attack, Smoky tears transcend spring rains. #7 Young winds of summer, Carry tomorrow's wishes, No bite nor malice, The playful invitation, To fulfill heart's wanderlust. #8 To ignore sorrow, Displaces darkness inside, Into areas, Weak to devastating whims, Once cracked, the bottle breaks. #9 Impatient yearning, Fateful meetings often lost, By hurried splendor, Time grains loose like desert sand, Careful which hand it slips through. #10 The sting of a bee, A final moment of life, Split-second of pain, Apprehension of that act, Leads to fear of benevolence. #11 It's sentimental, Naive innocence of tears, At sorrow's beget, Or whimsical happiness, A vulnerable strength sits, In emotions' full display. #12 A fond memory, Bathed in pillars of green, Soft