I Take Inspiration From the World Around Me

Full time dreamer|Home for my fails at creativity|18|Cancer

[plaguedocboi]

Wait, beneath the sea floor?

OUGHGH??

OIUOHGHHVOIH!!!!!

[writing-by-m00nlight]

The ivy that grows

On walls of this home

Is full of longing.

.

The empty echoing

From down this hall

Is all that is left.

.

The heart of your childhood

That lives in the medow

Will be there after you're no longer here.

.

These places are thoughts.

These places are dreams.

~~(Will you listen to what they have to say?) MP

[writing-by-m00nlight]

I know I'm not your prized jewel,

And that you have better advisors in your kingdom.

Ones whose comfort is like a thick quilt,

Ones that will tell you what you wish to hear,

But I must implore of you,

Do not disregard your subjects.

Do not treat their words like dirt and their comfort like rags.

Our truth has merit even if you claim to have reasons that prove yourself to be exempt.

~~(Lord knows that it is not enough) MP

[writing-by-m00nlight]

I can't help but wish it was summer right now, so that I could go outside and look up at the stars without freezing my ass off.

~~(It's really the only thing the season is good for) MP

[writing-by-m00nlight]

So what if listening to loud music is bad for you.

So is drinking.

~~(please leave me be with my toxic comfort, thank you and goodbye) MP

[writing-by-m00nlight]

I'm tired, of watching you scorch the Garden,

To burn it to cinders and reduce it to ashes.

You think you're harmless,

That you're simply watering the flowers.

So never.

Never can I replace that torch in your hands with a hose.

For every time you turn to me,

To show me how well the Garden is doing,

I'm scorched like all those burnt flowers at your feet.

~~(Should one avoid your reproach and let the Garden burn?) MP