#poetix

dead for those above to climb

like gods, burnt, charred, and divine

recognition scarce in vacant eyes

their flames spread out as

acrid smoke rises higher and,

the corpses hit the ground

a sickening drop, then dissolve into ashes

Tra questo mondo

E un burrone profondo

Vienimi a prendere

Prima che commetto

Il più grande errore

Ma sai,

Spesso per me

Nulla sembra avere un senso

Forse sto sbagliando

C'è qualcosa di più grande

Nel mio futuro

Anche se

In questo momento

Non ci spero proprio.

-bianca neve💌

sling muses and stolen cacophony

eat my palm when the feeds are empty

queen in the mountain dont need me

smile at myself in the highlights

wipe my face when im out of sight

deep in the end of the white

dont watch

fighting the times when im caught

bleeding my use to inkblots

shift to the graves that i sought

epitaph reads dont watch

dont watch dont watch cant stop

the rings that hold my blackout curtain up

trying to block more of the world

i didnt notice until the next morning

because the sun was still peeking through

my eyes drink light as if from fountains

vivid diffraction, blurred optics, clear sounds

feel my way past spited slopes, held fast but distanced

hopes refracted thru new angles, found in instants rounded

the sun descends, sight silent my tensions ever mounted

speck of radiance, holy, haloed,