@Hufflepuff_Girl February 16, 2019

Ooh I love it!

Deleted user February 16, 2019

I got bored.
Enjoy this late night bs.

Ballad Of The Tempest

Cold beating heartbeat,
Frozen in my chest.

Selfish, do you not understand?
Deciteful. It's on my own hands.

Pushing and pushing
But an answer couldn't be found.

Quiet and still
The internal crying, risen with the cruel tide

Winds rising, breaths quicken
The echoes hidden deep below ride along the waves

A sorrowful crying, the rushing of a heartbeat.
Turning,

"Can't you see?" Tears welling.
"Run, run as far as you can!"

Steadfast, not a single movement followed.
The air was still, aside from the rising storm.

Swirling, churning, violent waves.
Cracking, thundering, skies above.

A sorrowful whisper, hidden within the dead of night. *
*Fearful, afraid, lost, lonely.

But as the waves came crashing to the shore,
the violent nature churning from the storm,

The Earth did not flee,
From the Ocean he cannot live without.

@croccin-champagne February 16, 2019

late night poems are the best, and i love this one!

Deleted user February 16, 2019

late night poems are the best, and i love this one!

Thanks… i guess

Deleted user February 16, 2019

Can it be more lonely
Than this?
There is nothing around me, not
Even another life form.
What am I in all this? An
Insignificant girl.
But I blink, and then
I'm surrounded by blooming
Colors that surround me.
The darkness is replaced with the light
And it's beauty
Overwhelms me.
The cold has become warm and it is
To good to truly exist.
But yet it does
And I no longer feel
Alone.

@croccin-champagne February 17, 2019

"Do you feel it too?" My sister asks me.
She's asking if I feel watched, the way she does, when she goes in certain rooms of the house.
"Have you heard the noises?" One of the twins asks.
He hears things in the night, he says, and all three of them nod, affirming.
I do.
I hear the thuds, the bangs, and those creaks, the ones that sound when someone walks across the floor.
They're too heavy for normal settling noises.
They've always been scared of the silliest things.
But I wonder, if I know there's something else there, then why doesn't it scare me?
I do.
I feel watched,, whenever I'm in the kitchen. Or as I pass by our big sliding glass doors.
But I'm not scared. I even feel safe.
I wonder, why that is. What makes me so different.
Why do I feel at home in the dark?