Paximilian Writes

Hi, I am Paximilian! I enjoy reading, drawing, and writing. I write prose poetry mostly. I hope you find something you like! You can also follow my other blog @underthesunwriting

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[remanence-of-love]

[paximilianwrites]

Life Is Too Short

I entrust my words to you,

Leaving them in the air for you to claim

I hope that you will keep them safe.

In your heart and your mind

To always remember me by

My words are my promise.

I can never tell a lie,

We all only have a certain amount of time.

For life is too short,

To spend contemplating hate

All of us have witnessed enough action

That word creates.

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Life is too short,

As the words become shorter

With every breath we take.

Acts of kindness

Only happens when we speak,

Words of kindness

Not just to others

But to ourselves.

Kindness is unconditional,

A renewable resource,

And I hope my kindness

Will find you

One day.

[paximilianwrites]

Not Bowing to Hatred

I will not bow down at the altar of hatred, Nor will I sing praises about the dead, Those who used their living voice to speak ill words, Twisting reason and rhetoric to justify violence and division.

I will not bow down at the altar of hatred, Nor will I give my sympathy for the slain, Those who had in life opinions dripped in serpent venom, Speaking evil things with a forked tongue.

I will not bow down at the altar of hatred,  Nor stand listening to the hypocrisy preached, By those who believe it is necessary to sacrifice children, To keep an amendment, Ignoring the two most important Commandments, “Thou shalt not kill” and “love thy neighbor."

[paximilianwrites]

The Sound of Cicadas

It was an August summer day,

A picturesque scene,

As I sat outside in my camping chair,

Admiring the evergreen,

I took a deep breath,

A heavenly sigh,

Feeling so serene,

I closed my eyes,

And let myself smile,

Basking in the quiet surrounding me.

Atlas, this moment was not going to last,

For off among the trees, I heard the buzzing of the most dreaded thing,

A cicada,

At first, I tried simply to ignore the sound,

The back and forth,

Mating calls of the most heinous insect,

A never-ending ringing siren,

Rising to a crescendo, then fading away, only to repeat,

On a cycle happening every summer, 13-17, they wait,

Slumbering in the ground,

Until their appointed fate,

Emerge to drive one mad with their piercing cries,

I sit back, wishing to die,

Because a sane person cannot enjoy a peaceful summer,

Like the narrator of the Tell-Tale Heart,

I am undone.

[paximilianwrites]

To Be A Tree

Oh, to be a tree

Standing outside all day and night

Weathering the seasons and storms

In a serene solitude

Tall, quiet, and strong

Your stoic nature makes me envious

A life of peace is all I see when I gaze at you

No malice and no evil in your core

I only sense a kind benevolence

Teaching me wisdom and understanding

To be patient with my own soul

As it tries to grow as you grow

By spreading out branches and extending green leaves

Catching in the breeze, a gentle tug from the wind

Life’s harmonious rhythm

A resilience you show me

Unfurling fearlessly to embrace all of the sun’s warm kisses

[paximilianwrites]

Follow Me

Follow me  Into the desert In my Mind A place where I struggle to find The answer to the question of what it means to be alive The burning sands and harsh desert winds Are no match against my fury For the mirage of love appears  From the face of a delicate rose

Follow me Into the wild jungles Of my Heart Where the gods of the Universe still exist Dancing to the power of Nature The desire to share with you The visions I see As I gaze into the flames in your eyes The light of the stars Reminding me of home

Follow me Into the night Of my Soul Where the moon shines Full and bright Where soft moonlight caresses your face As the darkness whispers stories And the howling wolves sing songs About my love for you

Follow me Sweet love As I hold out my hand to you Holding onto one another  Traveling across the oceans and climbing the highest mountains From one life to the next Knowing that although I found you You chose me

[underthesunwriting]

Silver Age: Divine Feminine

A soft lullaby Humming on the breeze I hear you in my heart Singing to me

I feel you near Caressing my skin As I watch the leaves Wave gently  With your power

In eternal love You have chosen me Picking me Like a flower Among a sea of grass

You Holding me close Whisper to me Things I remember From lifetimes ago And things I forget When I wake up Alone

In the cocoon Of your power I know Life unfolds On delicate Fragile wings

Buried by hatred Divine Feminine Violence inflicted Upon you Is violence Inflicted upon Me

[awriterfaraway]

Put a deadline to giving up.

This is something I mentally do that helps me to keep going forward. Before you start something, tell yourself you're not allowed to give up until a certain point.

"I am not allowed to give up on this draft until 25Dec 2025. "

"I am not allowed to give up on my Tumblr blog until I've posted a 100. "

By that time, there's a big chance you don't want to give up anymore.

[paximilianwrites]

Jenga Tower

Their Jenga Tower will fall As they pull apart the pieces  With their sneaky hands Hoping to descend us all Into their version of society A narrow road with many pitfalls Purposely removed wedges To keep themselves on top Of the titer-toter skyscraper That they didn’t build But bought

As the next winds blow The Jenga Tower will drop The bars they pluck with sly fingers Holding the society up They cast to the wayside As if Democracy is all for nought Like toddlers, they babble about being elite Thinking their cruelty is somehow a treat But they will never be able to escape Their Humpty Dumpty fate Trying to flee on their yachts Like common thieves They forget realize  The Earth is not flat But round The tides of the ocean Karmic cycle circling back around To reap them for what they sold

[paximilianwrites]

What radicalized me?

Looking into the faces of children.

[paximilianwrites]

The Big Beautiful Bill

The Big Beautiful Bill A torpedo to sink everyone else’s ship A titanic-sized catastrophe Designed to smash the second and third levels  Into the glacier Plunging the majority into the icy cold waters To slowly drown

The Big Beautiful Bill Created by a bloated Botfly And a swarm of fruit flies Feeding off the decay The suffering of others Parasites of the highest degree

The Big Beautiful Bill The one sitting on Capitol Hill A new atomic bomb Primed to detonate Killing  Not only The People The Planet From the past to the present To now an uncertain future Destroying the hopes and dreams  Of The Youth Their struggles now becoming their shackles Chaining them down

[paximilianwrites]

Bring Us Back To Compassion

With all the hatred swirling around like a storm

In our society,

The determination to set back the clock

Turning the hands back to the times of great suffering and death

Forgetting that many of us had chains locked around our wrists

Why can’t we turn back time like we so easily do on a wristwatch

To the times of great compassion?

In the periods of time when we turned wickedness into wonders

If we want a return to a golden age

Of glory and gilded work

A revival and a renaissance

Why not look when we had the power to change darkness into light?

Building bridges and monuments 

Not for one person, but for an idea that all people deserved

To be loved and to be free

Building up each other brick by brick

As we climbed higher into the sky

In this hateful society,

Why are we letting our hearts be consumed by fire

Until we have nothing left but a piece of blackened coal,

Cold and hardened in our chests?

Why not let the flames of love grow with such intensity

To make all of us glow with the power of the sun?

[armandology]

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

[paximilianwrites]

Dark Water

Dark Water

Reflection of the soul

With great care I caress your face

Calmed by your cool touch on my fingertips

Mirror, Mirror

You who always stay silent but never are still

With millions of ripples

Like the many emotions on a human’s face

Spread across your surface

Giving the impression that some mysteries

Will forever remain deep

In your embrace

[paximilianwrites]

Nature Cries For Us All

As I sit at my dining table

Facing the window, I watch the rain fall.

It is late May,

Where spring slowly gives way to summer

The dark cloudy skies overhead,

Contrasting against the green vibrancy of new life

Blooming below,

The rain quiet as it falls from the sky

As so many have quoted, “like tears”

I think to myself as the rain descends

Of the human capacity to cry

Tears of sadness,

Tears of happiness,

Tears of anger,

Joy

And pain

Tears that fall like rain,

Using nature to explain ourselves

Because it is the reflection of our souls

To believe rain as the tears

Of nature crying for us all.