Summer
Summer
When the sun makes it impossible to hide
From the bugs, from heat, from anyone.
Make me wear short clothing.
Show off the scars, the months spent inside
Bummer.
Maybe it’s selfish,
but i want to write,
Want to publish,
just to fight,
fight the lethargy,
Describe the night,
for myself,
Fill the white,
not for you,
but if it brings you light,
it is more than it could ever be.
Autumn
Death, in spectacular color
The world floating in catharsis
I come alive, draped in armor
I hide not from you, but myself
Rhythmn
Music
I can’t take it anymore,
so I lose myself
In someone else’s trauma
in memorized hands
in heavier lands
in an ocean of metal
in indie skies
in ivory and ebony
in the harshest strings
and i redeem something
something i lost
Edited by Through The Living Grass
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