Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
There is more than one way to disappear- to become memories in the wind considered in passing and brought back through fleeting
By Obsidian Words7 months ago in Poets
Words unspoken have presence, The weight of unspent potential. Brick by brick they build Developing whole worlds Soliloquies forming the scaffolding
Serenaded by sanguine seagulls I sprawl in the shadless heat of the sand. The sun sparks in shining streaks across the sea and I squint at the sight and smile at how it sparkles like sapphire turned molten, smelted by the noonday scorching mood of Sol.
By Obsidian Words8 months ago in Poets
Silver linings, Cold, blue days Simple things Amidst the greys. Tiny ripples Throwing light In chaos triples
Waiting, wilting, Water. It's a cycle, like the clouds Bound to be, yet Unbound by bureaucracy And me? Pot or not I'm stationary.
By Obsidian Words10 months ago in Poets
I built this home in silence Steel beams, a fortitude long built, Forged by molten anger, Bricks of betrayal and A mortar of silver linings—
Existentialism//: I think Therefore, I am, And so I must matter— If even just to oneself. Existence precedes essence,
Warmth Heartbeat Smile Tears Laughter Hope Pain Some of us seek sunshine Some prefer the rain
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
I do not envy love To be chased like a boar Blamed as responsible Two sides of a war Coveted, despised Worshipped and raw
Love is silent Love is loud It's a blazing beacon A hidden shroud It weaves a path of solitude And makes a home amongst the crowd
Fifty words for love and I, Cannot think of any, why? Is it ignorance or bitterness, Or something else I can't confess.
Atmospheric reach This 'limitless' life we preach What a silly speech
