StarlightShoals

Frenzied by choice, confused at times, but managing well overall. And my whines won't get me anywhere anyway. I'm moving now frenetically because I have no idea how much time I'll have left. I'm my own secret kept.

I gently urged a younger me To live his life, pursue his dreams, To not fall victim to his pain Or forget how to be happy. The boy thought long but then replied, “I can see a hard life in your eyes… Your chances are not gone you see, As long as you’re alive.” I gently urged a younger me To disobey and finally breathe, To break out while he has a chance As I handed him the key. The boy thought long but then replied, “I see the secrets you try to hide. Why act so humble and often lie To save your brittle pride?” I shouted loudly at the boy, “Don’t be afraid of love or joy! Speak to all you com

what i fear is losing myself the part of me i've ingrained into words letting them seep into my skin and become the deepest part of me these words are the connection i seek my voice made silent but better i fear the day i lose them the day i no longer find joy in the writing the day i don't look for comfort in the reading because that, to me, sounds like oblivion and i hold no wish to be oblivious i want to retain the inspiration of looking around and wanting to capture that single precious moment in these few lines of poetry i'm not trying to create a world i'm trying to show a very narrow point of view a single moment, a feeling that i

i need you to not be a dream anymore. i need you to be more than eyes fluttering closed to soft voices sent through wires and chords of songs sent in sad attempts to feel closer to you. 'cause i'm tired of thinking of you like you're some kind of fantasy that i can't ever touch. because you're real, you're definitely real.

Something I thought about today was the necessity for music. That is, to be able to hear a serenade that will quell the underbelly of vacuous thoughts, a gentle melody that runs throughout the mind like a shallow river swerving through the land. Most times, people feel the need to acquire more melodies at a time, to formulate them into a band of grand size, that will blast magnificent tunes for your ears and subsequently for all to hear. I think people take for granted the grainy static, where there is no tune, or chorus to hum, to collect oneself into. A chorus can grant unity, to keep one going for some time. In excess however it transla

      I think I found a friend.      A few friends.      Rocks.      With good mindsets,      And decent hearts.      Friends that will keep you where you need to be,      And prevent you from flying too far away.      I've found my rocks,      And they're helping me rebuild my broken walls,      It's a slow and agonizing process.      But the walls are now more than half built.      My new rocks are my foundation,      Wedged between a mortar of trust and hope.      I'm rebuilding my house of trust and love.      So I can house and shelter the ones I care for.      Protecting them from the rain of despair.      I've found

How do I convert this iridescent moment into an isolated paradise with a tainted mind? The answer lies between what I have mangled into short tortures from fragile dreams. I am no saint, no blessing may I bestow upon what falls into my filthy existence just the suggestion of a possible future once I am nothing but a subtle breeze of a memory. I cannot simply take the raw imprint of those few nostalgically suffocating moments and reconstruct their impact. The challenge has crushed me between destiny and my own personal ability that I am now forced to give up reinterpreting what I see and just accept that it’s true form is better lef

For when the clock strikes one There will be none For a tower will await Filled with darkness, filled with hate Through the brightest of days You will be guided by a haze In which you'll follow Never feeling hollow But even though it seems inescapable You will forever be capable Don't forget the lives you've lost Even though it might cost For even the brightest of days Might be the darkest maze Follow the never ending rays For you might be followed by a haze