Happiness
That feel good moment-
The one with the hearts
And butterflies filling
Your head.
The bubbly feeling like
You're floating air and
Escaping the atmosphere-
You're free.
The carefree movements
That you make with your
Hands and your hips,
You seem happy.
Maybe the sky is...
I know my home.
I know my face.
I wish it could change.
I'm stuck in this phase.
I know my place.
I wish it could change.
I'm learning.
I'm growing.
I wish.
I know my noise.
I know my tune.
It's a little too low.
I know myself.
I know my insecurities.
I know I need to change.
If...
would you be mine?
Would you kiss me
Like the sun meeting
The moon's lips as they
Pass by each other
Everyday?
Would you hug me
As if ash was falling
From the sky as plumes
Of fire consumed the
Air?
Could you show me love
Like a mother to her cub,
Tenderly holding her child
To keep them safe...
Let me see it
Train your eye
And look to the sky.
Tell me what you see,
A light in the darkness-
A truth lost to the lie.
Give me your name
And show me your blame;
Chastise me with your grief,
Let me see this mess
And I'll relax you with relief.
The forest is our home,
But where were you...
The Lonely One
The room is quiet
And the darkness
Is burning like a
Candle lit in the
Middle of the night.
The shadows are
Wanderers searching
For a home outside
The panels covering
Your walls.
A small voice,
Distant but soft
Floats mesmerizingly
Around the open
Space.
It is weak but alive...
The Endless Cycle
A summer never ending,
But a winter in name alone.
A day where the sky falls,
But a night where the
Colors fly.
It is in the rays of the rising sun,
Aggressive hues of orange and red.
It is in the drops of rain falling,
A blanket of wet covering
The surface.
Can't...
I call to ye,
O mirror of death
Mirror of death,
Let me see what
Lies beyond your
Majestic veil.
Pain is a grip
From the inside
That never
Lets you go.
Then it thrusts
Your head into
Circles to watch
You squirm.
Mirror of death,
Look at what I am:
A refugee from negligence...
color don't scribble
Color me broken,
Paint me in pink.
I'm tired of blue,
Just don't mock me.
I live in a prison.
Some say it isn't.
But they don't know
What I'm feeling.
Are you dissatisfied
With a 'perfect' creators work?
Aren't we all?
You had brown hair,
But you dyed it blonde?
Aren't we...
Who I Am: A Poetry Thread
Welcome to 'Who I Am: A Poetry Thread.' This is the part of the show where Hazel comes out, and posts new poems for you read. Some are serious, others are not, and many are intriguing. And remember please, that these poems do include personal topics sometimes and...
I'll send you my friend code if you want to add me on Switch! I think they may be adding Gyroids into the game, there was a datamine that suggested they'd be on their way.
As for this story, I don't know how it would translate over into a roleplay. But I have a different short story that...
It's alright. Do either of you have any roleplay's open for newcomers by any chance? I was going to make a roleplay but I haven't been feeling very inspired.
I have thought about it before. I would have to make a few quick changes for that to work out, ebook wise before publishing it, but it would be just fine. Also, I'm not implying I need to go by an alias or anything. I just changed my legal name last year, and wish not to use it or see it...
I've printed out some copies of a different poetry collection I've written before too, and it was a lot more simplistic. Nothing fancy, just a solid color background and then the title. I'm not going to show off that one though because it has my deadname on it, sadly.