Random Poem I Wrote Late At Night When I Was Depressed

[Cookie Spren]

crying is for the weak
rise my fellow man
for now we drink till the morrow
brought from another's hand

streams and waves across the scape
releasing from the mind
the sweet melted marrow to weep
for tears were never a better time

though driven away and dashed upon
our hopeless thoughts were nevermore
tough facade, a broken con
leaves of joy burnt by dying embers

can't run away, no place to hide
our thoughts thrown into the void
no spice of life gone out the wind
they use us and tear us like a thing to be toyed

but remember friend
we are there too
because crying is for the weak
so rise, my fellow man

[Keke They/he]

Noice!!! Sounds like something outa mistborn. I love it!!

[Cookie Spren]

On 12/24/2024 at 11:07 PM, Thee insane said:

Noice!!! Sounds like something outa mistborn. I love it!!

It was actually before I read any of the mistborn books.

[Keke They/he]

On 1/13/2025 at 10:15 AM, The Sly Cookie said:

It was actually before I read any of the mistborn books.

Oh.. *whispers* foreshadowing.