Word poetess

Just as aesthete, trying to live in a barely surviving world.. {The photos posted here are not mine,but the words are }

[aesthetebeing]

Right and wrong is as blurry as a zoned out visual;

Perspectives are subjective,but no one's interested to peak behind the other.

Is that really all we can shoulder?

Our own selfishness becomes a sort of curtain for us;

Hiding us from the view of impending justification.

But, does it have to be that way?

Is it honestly so wrong to be yourself?

And if it is, why give us this magnificent brain that thinks for itself?

Why not just control us like robots if we aren't meant to live life on our own terms?

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

She bled.

She bled of societal rules and worshipped texts;

She bled of impaired wombs and her daughters death.

She bled of coerced words and empty threats;

She bled of constraint pulls and obligant sex.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

Monotoneity is said to be safe,but what if I don't want safe? I'm a walking contradiction, albeit wanting stability I soon get bored of it and start cribbing about life getting too bland. Is this all too relatable?

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

Our words are belittled;

Afraid that we might spark a controversy.

Our thoughts are hushed;

Apparent incoherency bleeding into them.

Our dreams are tarnished;

Prejudice toppling over like dead weight.

Our demeanors are carefully wrought, by those who deem fit;

Ignorance playing all it's roles right.

A ticking time bomb some might say;

Like a ticking time bomb, we will ignite.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

My mind's chaotic but silent,all at the same time.

Gotta give myself time to understand that it's all gonna get right.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

Just imagine- Whenever we step out into the sun,our body starts adorning all these beautiful, intricate patterns all over our skin and these patterns tell a story about how your day's going. Like,maybe you'll see a branching of your favorite flower starting to grow onto your skin,but suddenly your day starts heading south, so you'll notice small little thorns on the stems of the flowers...But there's a catch; these patterns cannot be seen by anyone,but you and your soulmate.So, you'll walk around with a different kind of pattern each day and there'll be a day when you'll bump into your soulmate and he'll/she'll see these beautiful patterns and just be blown away by how beautiful you and your stories are.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

The darkness has a foul stench;

That compels you to wither away.

The loneliness is a constant battle,

That makes you want the bruises to fade.

The depression has an unyeilding hold,

As if to make you suffocate yourself.

The anxiety is bullying you,

Into destroying yourself for all of your being.

This is not a story to be told;

This is reality itself,

Showing it's true colours at last.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

[aesthetebeing]

Good things do happen to good people. It may take time,but it'll come to you my love. For you may have wished for stars in this moment,but the universe will gift you the planets instead.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

The first drizzle of the rain,

Falling on the brooding,blank canvas of the still earth;

Made a pitter patter sound,

Altering havoc all around.

The second drizzle of the rain,

Came with the roaring thunder;

Bringing all the shadows to life,

Dancing to the drum beat under.

The third drizzle of the rain,

Had me jumping with glee;

For the drizzle remained a drizzle no more,

The drops pelting down the streets.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

Her chin length hair was coming in front of her face,no matter how many times she tucked them behind her ear. Scrawling something more into her diary,she calmly set the book down and looked up,straight into my eyes. I looked right back at her, cocking an eyebrow to which she simply lowered her eyes back down to her diary. Ah, she's so god damn beautiful. *Checking his wristwatch* Oh fuck,I'm gonna be late! Chucking the burnt out cigarette butt into the trash can,I walked towards where my bike was parked. "Where the fuck have you been Xavier?!", yelled Nick who was standing besides my baby."Just had some work Nick", I replied."We gotta leave NOW!The client is waiting for us",he said (well,he WAS still yelling tbh). Humming in agreement,we sat on my bike and sped off.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

A sword was the greatest weaponry known to man in the 1800s. Every sword that was chosen by it's master,had a story to forthcome. With it's beautiful,intricate designs,the blinding shine created just by a glint of sunshine and the blazing whettedness of the sword that withdrew blood, only by a simple swipe across it's blade; it was a true heirloom to carry forward for generations. I come to think of our minds as our swords. Just as the sword had a story to forthcome,we too have a story in the offing. Our life is like the blade of the sword,sharp at some intervals, slicing through the air with it's magnificent strokes but,blunt at others, scraping the bark of a tree, trying to leave it's mark. I believe that as swords have their own masters,we ourselves are our own masters. With our beautiful, entangled mind full of dreams and ambitions,that,only by the sharpening of our virtual blades,can be achieved.

-aesthetebeing

[aesthetebeing]

The world has a cruel face,with eyes so beautiful,it seems impossible to see through them.

-aesthetebeing