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[hedonite222]

I'll pick up the leaves on the ground round your feet

We'll twirl with the wind like foam on the lake

I'll kiss you so sweetly and gently, you'll see

Eager to hear the song that we'll make

And gently we'll part like seeds in the breeze

Let go of my hands and take on a new path

And somber and mild i'll watch you step free

Holding your memories like shards of sharp glass

[artofaodh]

Noble, tall, at sit-stand desk

root upright, I'm at my best

unless it's time to end the day

then "closing time" is clock's refrain

walls crumble now, bricks laid aside

face paints washed away by tide

lack a purpose and feel like shit

so tumble down no thing inside

to see, to hold, or to commit,

to given task, or questing path

work is done, can cry at last

[artofaodh]

cancel plans and find a way to tell everyone why work must wait now before they start to ask about the soil it's toxic, poisoned, sick you see dig now before the dust has settled and surely die from… heavy metal resting waste from long ago might look just like dirt or maybe shit listen now i promise it isn't either one okay, a real risk it'd be to work today

but plans once missed can be redrawn work begins again at dawn

[hedonite222]

On sunstruck days

I take my pills and get in my car

And pulling into my work parking lot i look to the sky

I watch clouds dance and shift

I open my phone and watch my friends hang out without me

And i close it and breathe

And i breathe

And i breathe

This golden daytime hell is maddening

When the outside is so beautiful it rots your heartstrings until they snap and break

[artofaodh]

and so in form now quick impelled i take new shambling, snapping, groaning, grinding motion like clock spun up with time to keep and years of rust to push aside comes gear taught fear and quiet turning by coals sat still in fires burning choking, smoking, blinding smoke pouring from shredded plastic scraps fueling me, festered death now finally free to once again impose with ease this long kept hate which earth restrained now given fault makes way to skin my softly disappearing pain breathe out, breathe out, be free within

[artofaodh]

tried my hand at something new today. saw a really striking example of a contrapuntal poem and felt inspired to give it a shot. It's a lot of fun, honestly.

[artofaodh]

I say sorry for all the pain and fear; in your grace I see now how in my way, I am source of calamity, my dear, so for my sins, please let me come pay.

Seeing now this funeral plot I cry, fearful I think that to this place I bear all the love and hope I hold which must die, on knees I beg you please don't go, stay there.

I saw from the start that you were my end - freely I'll say that it started with lust; right through the core of desire you did rend; a day later, all I sought was your trust.

But wound in my heart, blind, I did not see - I crushed you down, wanting you to love me.

[artofaodh]

ah, to talk to her again. it was so easy most of the time. only when i got in the way was it hard. maybe im just closing myself off, but i feel like a stone now, but im still kinda doing okay. its like a stone that's sitting there in place and can't move on because the thing holding it down is too much, but it's in a river all the same, so it's getting polished.

also: big "I Won't Always Love You" vibes from my energy rn

In short: one day I'm gonna be extra shiny! as long as i keep it up, that is. ill wait here like a stone. and i w*** always love you.

[artofaodh]

Bells tell time for talk moreso five-piece jazz quartet plays a song of silence

Think about answering the call journey through seas of sand find oasis behind my fence

Sparrow unbidden delivers a note "big dipper dies slowly, lonely, patterns fading from the sky"

With it goes my pain today prayer, tomorrow perhaps truth for now I dream anew

That lights alone in space may shine little glows, hands to hold them softly, and without compare to the other one

That sibling system lost among the heavens stars for which he trades the sun burning words brand me with an evil sign

Past pours over and scars seep blood frenzy, anger, fury, hate, shock and awe can't quite get how he could forget

Glinting gavel judges night's sins flashing light in dark hall dimly lit pool of blood

"Need a smoke first, okay?" ashes smoldering before Christmas Eve comes Death before the Birth

Tired sigh my lips release focus on peace, let go, of rage and love alike

[artofaodh]

finishing touches on a personal poem now. need a deep breath before the plunge, i think. long story short: poem coming, i'd like to do a bit of explanation afterwards but hopefully it can still resonate to some degree. i always worry when i write a poem or something that comes from too personal a place that it makes it difficult to read. i'd like to get better at conveying things in such a way that's emotive enough to affect people while still being personal. anyways. all part of the process. next step!

[artofaodh]

naptime approaches thank god. ffs, i wish this week was over.

working on a couple new pieces. my process involves thinking of the idea and then brooding on it and randomly thinking of ideas throughout the day until i have reached brooding criticality. then i get radiation sickness and vomit it up.

what a poisonous process.

[artofaodh]

Ignited now, at nadir, in fire and agony They appeared then, there, elsewhere moon and stars Sailing sun through lonely land empty sky Come close to mourning moon hopeless cry But there are no clouds in heaven Mirrored light of blazing life in heaven Both can see no clouds in heaven

[artofaodh]

In the time of no time at all Where water floods the cosmos And all stars drown in swirling eddies roiling, circling a wheel turning Ideas thought by dust dream And meaning waivers in and out blinking light many colors at once And "it is what it is" as it is what it isn't, isn't it? A spacious tomb built to preserve the dead Starlit sepulchre holding hope ransom It is but it isn't. Crushing surf of immense heavens strong, box, isn't open to interpretation light pours in anyway.

[artofaodh]

so glad my job affords me the ability to sit and listen to an unhealthy amount of music

just need to remember to actually listen to music that uplifts me sometimes, too i mean idk why i love sad music so much but my pop album backlog is accumulating and i could use a lil' "dancing in my kitchen" kinda energy today. i'll take recs too, if there's any Noted Bops i've missed out on.

anyways. one more day.

"okay, well, i just woke up and you already don't care that i tried my best to hold you through the headset that you wear" - Black Country, New Road, "Bread Song", Isaac Wood et. al.

[hurriedlyvigilantscribe-deactiv]

Shhh go somewhere quiet so you can be loud about it

[artofaodh]

this is what i imagine as the source of at least half of the strange cries you hear in the forest at night

the rest are actual monsters

[artofaodh]

another phenomenal song that's recently been on repeat for me~ Tyler Hyde has such terrific vocal control, and the lyricism is just as beautiful and evocative as during Isaac Wood's time with bcnr. a little less sad, maybe, though their Live from Bush Hall album has some tragic works on it... musically there's so few bands with as great an ear sound as bcnr 🥰 it may be easy, just believe me that our life holds a light no life has held before

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.

k.b. // unknown