#songish

Embrace. - Lay your hands on me, While I'm preparing to leave. Lay your hands on me, Before I'm gone. Hold my hand and tell me to stay, Before I leave, Hug me and stop me, Before I'm gone. As I make up my mind, To quietly leave as you dream, As I wipe my tears, And decide to leave. It's only your embrace, That I call my home. Lay your hands on me, Calm me down as I sob, Lay your hands on me, And stay by my side. Hold my hands and stay, You don't have to leave, Hug me and stay, Before you leave. As you make up your mind, To quietly leave from my dreams, Wipe my tears, And decide to stay with me. It's only your embrace, That I've desired. There's no need to leave at all, We'll form together and face it all, So depart from my dreams, And meet me here. Hold my hands and tell me you're real, Before I decide to leave, Hug me and stop me, Before I quit dreaming. As I make up my mind, Tell me to stay, Tell me to hope for more, Tell me to chase. It's only your embrace, I search for far and wide. - Original Art: 'Refuge' by Andrew Soman on Artstation. - #art #poet #poetry #dream #request #hope #author #indrawrites #warmth #embrace #songish #soliloquy (at Gurgaon, Haryana) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzutGy3FZ1k/?igshid=1xiouy2yflgy

i decided to mess around on audacity today instead of doing anything productive

When the bricks fall All that will be left is A wireframe city. So pretty, The skyline burning. Creating Distress In the atmosphere. When the air is cleared? Breathe. Speak. Listen. Because when the bricks fell All that was left is A wireframe city.

I had the worst school week ever got a C and some B’s the worst school week ever and my girl broke up with me I don’t know why, how I’m fine, how I don’t feel like I’m gonna cry the worst school week ever~ worst school week ever!

[I continue to throw up words - theme common] the moon, on my way home. a tiny sliver shown, the tip of the axe's blade glinting as it reflected the sun into the night, so clear and bright it illuminated the remainder of the moon's face through the cast shadow. It made me feel a combination of things: a spark of excitement, melancholic gloom and slight breeze of possibility; then, this little ditty popped into my head (or at least what I could remember of it, by the time I got home). --- lyrics/song-ish (raw/unfinished/unarrainged notes): I see the end of another month In the thin slice of the waning moon Idly complaining, alone in this room Another day wasted, Another round, the same complacence Nada llena And, I'm losing you soon. Sitting alone, mulling away in this room, Thinking of you, singing this tune Waiting for the moon, I'll see you soon. Yet here I am complaining, what should I do? Siempre mañana; para siempre mañana. I'm losing you soon. Soon, again, it will be just me and the moon.

This is my first time ever doing anything like it so please go nice on me :3

I’ve been low.