i attribute the candles to a conspiracy of minds attempting to conquer the night:
a bumbling hoard of humans, lost, to the lure of a flickering light...
a ruin of poets, fumbling with fire inspired by its shadows, to write.
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Poland
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from South Africa
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China

seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
i attribute the candles to a conspiracy of minds attempting to conquer the night:
a bumbling hoard of humans, lost, to the lure of a flickering light...
a ruin of poets, fumbling with fire inspired by its shadows, to write.
Listen to you
I have so much more for you
I wish those words I had adhered too
Now I fear I’m stuck
Funny enough
Though it’s not funny at all really
- 𝑵𝑯
𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟? 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!
𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 🤎🤍🖤 💖 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 💖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆?...
Only if you could see through my eyes; it's gorgeous, you’re gorgeous.
The wrinkles in the sheets, condensation left on glasses that-
Entwined hands, lips burning that yearn for each other.
Laughs followed by...
How would I describe something when I can't recall?
All the lost poets
people with unwanted words
wandering with ghosts
too busy, too worn down, caught
between dimensions of life.
.
D W Eldred
The clock had just ran out..
Arising from the vacant ash, ending the slumber.
That allowed oneself to wallow, ever so deeply within the warmth.
Carrying a deadly twist of fate to those.
Who names have burned on paper.
To whom awaits their fate.
The Middle
Im in a place
Not sure where
I can’t see the front
And only a little of the past
I’m not sure where I’m at
Have I just gone past the beginning?
Or am I nearing the end?
All I know is this is somewhere
Somewhere in the middle
- 𝑵𝑯
𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟? 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!
𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 🤎🤍🖤 💖 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 💖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆?...
Ci sono persone
Che ti leggono dentro
Anche quando
Non hai scritto
Nemmeno una pagina.
Ci sono persone
Che è più facile ingannare te stessa
Che loro.
Lost Poets - Insubordia Pt. II
Perhaps I’m showing my tastes here more than anything, but my experience of the Swedish music scene has been limited mostly to progressive rock, jazz, and black/death metal. There must be something in the water that produces so many excellent Swedish acts. From where I’m coming from as a listener, it’s refreshing to hear a pair of Swedes like The Lost Poets do a knockout rendition of a…
View On WordPress