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[sage-and-skars]

decay

The ceiling looks The same as ever And I wonder If I would ever Manage The energy To get up from my bed And perhaps Leave To the fields Where I could go watch The sky and her Stars Instead of this blank slate Above me So similar To my Empty Document where I should have written words And not thought Silence But no The room is quiet Again And I am alone Missing a warmth beside Me As what is left of me Bleeds Out into the sheets My joy My love My grief My emotion My will to live And not just exist So I crumble right there My head slumped on my Pillowcase Hoping perhaps I could salvage Some of my Rotting remains While still yet I lay Powerless Upon the mattress. I used to be a blue sky Like those I’d watch outside But now am the endless Night Shattered by clouds Once full of constellations Now only a single star Flickering A broken heart Faltering A pulse on my wrist Beating As the Rest Of my Body And Fading Mind Decays.

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inspired by the prompt 'decay' by @picklemafia written by @sage-and-skars

[sage-and-skars]

HELLO????? YOUR WRITING IS SO????

GOOD??????

I kinda regret not following you sooner because on GOD I love your poetry 😭❤️

I've a small question, yknow, just to get to know you a little :) What inspires you to write? For me, it's simply musing on my day to day life and experimenting with things until it's coherent enough to be shared. That,,, or it's my brain fixating on something and going– "Wow. Wouldn't it be great if this was like [highly specific concept] instead?"... And it just builds from there.

I'm so happy you followed me hgkhfyfitzak I'm in love with your blog *cries*

Here's to being mutuals! 🥂

Oh my gods, thank you???

I literally had to convince myself this was real.

Well I'm glad you followed me back because you're amazing too :D

——— What inspires me to write?

Honestly, I relate a lot to your answer. Usually it's little things that inspire me, events occurring across my day, songs that pass by my ears, lyrics I read and stories I remember.

Sometimes I write just to write, opening a document and thinking about what could be my next piece.

But most of all, what inspires me most is those who have written before me—authors of mind-blowing novels and random people online whose works made me gasp.

So yeah, a lot of things. Most times I don't remember what started it in the first place—but in the end, it's always worth it. ———

Anyways, you're amazing too and I'm so glad you sent me this message—it means a lot and now I've found a new friend (hopefully?) <3

So yes:

Here to being mutuals! 🥂

(to @timecaptcha from @sage-and-skars)

[sage-and-skars]

angel

Oh but to see her there

Laughing with those

Stars in her eyes

Kind and genuine

Teller of truths

And never lies

Golden halo over

Her head

Crowning her goddess

Wings spread

From her back

Gifting her flight

And travel

But she needs

No such talents

For she has all

The talent she needs

Right here

At her table

Of creation and craft

Smiling at her paper

Pen between her

Masterful fingers

Drawing beauty

Spilled from ink

And her touch

Streaking the wonders

Of what she sees

Beyond her pretty gaze

Splattering her canvas

With things nicer than

What you’d find in

Wonderland hazes

And night-time dreams

Bleeding her love into

What surrounds her

And even I

So far away

Her perfection blurry

From the distance

Between us

I smile and

Hope that one day

Someone as such

Would come by me

And fill my solitude

So that I in the

Dark and the depths

Could finally find

Some joy of

Being blessed by an

Angel.

———— dedicated to @timecaptcha by @sage-and-skars:

thank you for being a wonderful mutual. your drawing of us was amazing—except that you got it wrong... you were the angel all along.

[sage-and-skars]

sleeping

He looks so peaceful

There on his bed

Eyes closed and

Body cold

From slumber

Should I lean over

And press my lips

To his

And watch him wake

Like those fairy tales

My father used to read me?

Such serenity

Such calm

Such tranquility

I wonder if I too

Perhaps

Should join him

And match the

Hole of red

I shot through his chest

With one in mine

And spend my years

Alongside him

Sleeping.

[sage-and-skars]

gods come play

The circus is open tonight

The tent welcome to all

Gods come play

The dice are yours to roll

For luck is on your side

Hide your cards 

Show your strengths

And flaunt your smarts

Twist your lips into danger

As you pick your vice

Watch them fall at your hands

Because oh they should know

That immortals don’t play nice

Stack coins on aces

And faltering poker faces

Bid on your kings and queens

As they hand you the crown

Of dripping jewelled gold

Snap the wings of fallen angels

When they're no longer aether's child

And once the gamble is sold

Flip the jesters and golden numbers

Break their pride and loose all that is told

Read your future and change your past

Burn it perhaps, watch it crumble to ash

The circus is open tonight.

Borrow the stars and

Lend the skies

Bend the rules and

Crack what’s set in stone

For you would know

No prophecy comes alone

There are prices to pay

And rewards to receive

Shower your victory with lightning

Let the flash ignite your eyes

Rewrite the legends

Turn the myths true

And twist what they knew

Bleed your lies into theirs

Turn truths into smoke

Change the colours of reality

And the sound of ecstasy

Flip through hoops of blazing red

And curling claws

Let the fire dance across your skin

And laugh when your blood runs gold

For you are untouchable

Eternal

Hearts indestructible

So you should know by now

That the tent is welcome to all

Throw down your folded loss

Trade your constellations

Bargain infinite time

For their finite little lives

Let your boundless power

Flow through your veins

Thrumming

Because oh everlasting beings

Of the heavens above

The circus is open tonight

The tent welcome to all

So I invite you,

Everlasting stars

And timeless bodies

To set perfection upon your heads

In this forgotten paradise

And watch them bow

To the rulers of the clouds

And the keepers of the storms

Gods, come play.

[sage-and-skars]

sweet salty saviour

I watched the tide Rise Up to my chin My feet No longer Touching ground And I yelled for Help For I was Drowning Till you came to the shore Watching my Falling Tears as I sink Deeper But instead of pulling me Out Of the water Dragging me Out Of the trouble You taught me how to swim And Navigate The churning waves.

Later As I dive Under The blues No longer afraid With your hand holding Mine I think to Myself That perhaps it was Better This way.

[sage-and-skars]

Your poetry sucks. You should quit writing. Or posting atleast. Save yourself some embarrassment.

OMG I should you're so right <3

I literally love this—I guess I'm kinda quitting now!

I mean, honestly, we should all learn from your wisdom, I'm so glad you sent me this message—it helped me so much.

I think I've found myself. Really, your words... wow.

You're inspiring. Truly.

Thank you for all of this.

It means a lot.

—Sage :)

Ps. Friendly reminder—please check your grammar before insulting mine xx