Fallen

The leaves are falling, just like I used to.

Until life allowed me to start anew

I cannot revert to how I was before

but I don’t know

what sweetness tastes like anymore.

 

Chills in the air crawl up my spine

while the ground gets painted golden.

When I consider making you mine,

I realise we’re both too broken.

 

The breeze uncloaks the trees,

Reveals the barren souls within.

 

We’re just two empty bodies

connecting skin-to-skin

Doomed, never to fall again.

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For Chester Bennington

Your music will honour your soul tonight

And those who have died aimlessly

Victims of a world that values currency

over serenity.

Death can be more appealing than life

For the eternal peace from this reality

May seem a more logical choice

during these hard times.

Hate is the President

Intolerance is the Vice.

Well, I refuse to accept

that no more good remains

On this planet.

It takes but only a moment

To entice

Fond memories

With a familiar song in the background

And your imagination running free.

In the end, it matters, indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

Moonlight Musings

In a world that has taught me

That success has a currency,

I would like to extract

That it can be measured

By the amount of lives

I have positively impacted.

And as such, I do believe

Happiness is simple to achieve;

I revel in the moonlit sky

And allow imagination’s eye

To transport me

Into the outskirts

Of the universe.