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August
August is heavy
neverending absences erode into
life made less.
Once I dreamed with a forest fire
in which the wind sang to me
'don't you dare to believe I'm over,
I am born of August, I am an endless in my wrath',
I wasn't hurt by the ash in which I threaded on,
nor dissuaded by the cinders in my throat,
'I am born of August, I too crave being over'
was my reply. The woods crept and withered,
and the wind said no more.
Soon my birthday will come and pass and
as much as my heart still burns, it burns less.
I lost someone five augusts ago,
and carry him with me to this day,
too proud to let him go,
I became endless in my grief.
What a miserable month for a brother to die.
What's a father's day for the fatherless?
I have no tongue for it, nor enough energy to care
for those who love me, love me deeply,
aware of the exceptions to my affection,
I shall love them too,
but in august I'll love less.
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In the darkness I find my solace
Amidst the shadows, I seek my peace
In the moonlight, I am whole
In the abyss, I find release
My heart beats to a different tune
My soul sings to the darkest night
In the world of darkness, I find truth.
In the realm of shadows, I take flight.
I am a child of the night
Neither alive, nor dead
My existence is a question mark
Forever hanging over my head
But in my darkness, I find beauty
In my sorrow, I find strength
In my pain, I find purpose
And in my death, I find breath
For I am a goth, forever in black.
My heart beats to the rhythm of the night
And though I may wander in my darkness
I'll always find my light.
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Of one and of many/choices of mortality
Poem-
To grow. To live.
is to struggle
To fail.
But to fully submit. to be shackled
by singular idea or
Ideology
of one.
or by many
Is to die in blind ignorance.
To blindly follow
without disagreement.
without a bias
Regardless of one’s self.
Was there truly no option?
no alternative?
Is that not a betrayal
Of one’s free will?
Not having the option
to disagree?
The choice is.
and will always be yours…...
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