Written words on Stained Hearts

Let us get ready, Drag ourselves out from the nest of our hearts That we'd built From the timing of out births Until this moment now. And as we freed ourselves, Lost the fear of being ourselves And voicing our minds, We grew the wings of our feathers, Becoming the heroes we admired And seeing the visions of our hearts.

You are not my muse, My muse is a stallion Unwilling to cave into my doubts. She is also wolf, Fierce and deadly But loyal to the messages and ideas She wishes to convey. All of these things Are what makes the muse, My siren and heart, And none of these things Involve you. You were never an inspiration to me. You were the voice that intensified my Fears and worries instead. You were nothing but a drought That had continued to Dry the rain of creativity That I had known so well.

A petal fell across my path It's color Once a stark reminder Of the life it'd been granted, Was now dull and bland A taunting look to what it'd once been. And as I stared At the little space of life before me, I felt compelled to touch it. To raise it up to the heavens It had spent its whole life watching, Guarding. I felt grief for this little stem, This underdog in such an alpha world Where any submission would Cost a life. Because who hasn't felt like that? Who hasn't felt Like a taunt to who they'd once been, An underdog that Has fight but no bite? Who hasn't felt like that? Like the little petal That fell across a stranger's feet For help?

We grew up seeing the same sky As legends, The same starry skies that Van Gough painted loom ahead of us Still as bright and dark as When he had seen them. The same skies that Sylvia Path and Ernest Hemmingway took inspiration from, Now inspire younger and different artist. The same sky that Galleria and Aristotle Seeked to solve, Is still holding mysterious for people To discover. All of these people Heroes and legends in their trait, Seen by the same sun and moon That we see now, And that is still so miraculous. To have links into the past, A way of looking into Eras passed and people long gone Is a legend in its self. So remember, If nothing else ever sticks to you, Please remember, That you too Will one day be a legend in the sky.

I am a person born of ink and paper, Destined to forever renforce the words of Other lives long passed and lived It's in my blood, Words streaming out of every cut and mark That catches my skin Because I am one of the lucky few. The ones that thrive on Art and books Because that is where both their heart and soul lays.

I am part wolf. My heart constantly thrums between the humanity I was taught, and wildness I was born with. As I howl for the pack that i have yet to find, and home i have yet to reach. I am part wolf, I will tell you, As I struggle with a mind and heart That are nothing, Yet so similarly, Like yours. I am part wolf, A mix of an old and new world,

We are the souls That should have never been, But here we are, Standing before a burning sun And drying planet In an attempt to leave a mark. A mark that will contain Pieces of our souls That will always search for The misbranded youths And never should have been souls Like us, Who seek to be a force In a world that is constantly trying to Erase them so.

There are universes between us, Stars and fates that could have been Or once had been. And I imagine that amongst one Buried so deeply within a swirl of black Is a universe where our love had survived. Where we had grown together Instead of a part. A universe where you and I were still Connected by strings, That no one, Not even my self doubt, Could destroy.

The wind stops when the wind wants The tides come when the tides want. Everything in life will arrive When fate plans it to. Whether it is the passing of years, Or the longings of the heart, It will come, It just takes faith. Faith that the winds will blow our way And that the tides will swim onto our shores, and give us what we'd been destined for, For so long.

We weren't star crossed lovers Heaven and hell were never envious Of what we had The stars had never tried to rip us a part, We never became a tale of morbid lovers who lost a fight to life But we had loved, We lit our own skies And set our own heavens ablaze Becoming our own tale of love that would forever hold a chapter of our lives

Destiny and Fate