📚RoWrites🌙

Disguising accidents and tears for mistakes made by a tired fawn deer

Super susceptible, my eyes that wander

Oh how fast the time flies when feelings feel like lies, when the heart is unclear

Oh how fate finds it knows truth, despite intending it to blur

Not all that glitters is made of gold,

Spirit and nature are so very old,

That is why time wishes you to fold,

Like trees who grow tall and mighty,

And like their spoutlings that fall early,

Beings big and small their time lacks certainty,

Time is a gardener who trims away to save space,

While all that exists stays in place,

Souls are here to feel the universe race,

How free we all would be if time just... let go!

What shape would we all make if we all made our own flow?

Does the world ever end and how will you know?

Do not fear the lack of air in your chest,

You are simply climbing, a ladder out of jest,

The higher you climb, you see reality and all the rest,

The harder it becomes to feel lifes synohony,

The harder it gets to stay with the colony,

So move out of the way while sproutlings climb, examining scenery,

It is time to move on now, to find your next role,

With roots firm and unmoving from their hole,

Change in all its pain and glory, comes to the soul

It's our duty to ourselves to wait

We owe nothing to those who hate

Only slightly scared cause I'm only slightly awares

I see things I can't explain

All I know is I've got nothing to gain

remembering old truths stuck in my back tooth

I could be ruthless cause I know the truth

But stale lessons go in and out of the ears

I coulda woulda shoulda but its been too many years

I just hope one day I'll grow stronger than the hardest liquor

I just hope my wings grow in quicker

Id fly faster than any eye can perceive

Throwing up, food won't stick

My stomach is upset

My time in the bathroom shows bloodlet

There is something deeply wrong deep down inside me

There is something wrong inside my belly

We have known this for some time now

Sickness is a drama and she wishes for her final bow

I've told those around me, I've cried until I puked

I've tried to hold together but my please were rebuked

Rebuttles in a debate

Suddenly I'm on the judges plate

Am I sick or am I lying?

But for what would a lie even be trying?

I think I'm allergic to wool, it itches my body out of sleep

It's a shame I've been incarnated as a bloody fucking sheep

Stuck in a herd that does not move ever

They aren't stone, they just aren't clever

The grass we should graze on is all but gone

My voice does not fit but still it is a tether

The will to join is unstoppable

The greatest joy of humanity is powerful

Their harmony

is a testimony

To all that they have known

And we weep and we water what we have each sown

What could be greater

What else could be baitier

to draw away from the sound of the peoples roar

for even hatred loves in its core

Imagine all weapons away- forgotten

The further I will go

All these grown bodies but where are the grown minds?

All the talk of fruit, but when I find the tree, all that is left are the rinds!

Speak your words in my ear

The meaningless harm I will not hear

You may have grown in size

But you never even thought to out-grow your self serving lies

Abandon me and then wonder why I will not help you

Its my turn to lead for I am the one who truly grew

No sniffling child

Wears the crown in the wild

This artificial world gave us all too much false dignity

while at the same time, removing all your responibility

Now hush child while I sit at the helm

snagged in the branches of my own tree

grown from the ashes, fired in felled destiny

All my lives have been cut short

Every cord of my tapestry forming a court

Royals and Regals, majesties and mighty mages

Powerful, and, hidden within through all my ages

But the leash is fraying and losing its grip

Loneliness is cruel

watching not from the sidelines but from a far away stool

Searching for a moment where I won't look a fool

searching for a place to belong with no fear of impending duel

Trustless is the heart

Waiting to prove myself and be put in someones cart

Still wondering if I am even a little bit smart

If its the last thing I do, then its my last moment used well

If I be myself and true, then maybe I can fly far from hell

Shine brightly even when I blind my own eyes

Shedding rightly even when my flesh fries

Layers upon layers and I still search for my core

Prayers upon prayers upon tongues feeling sore

If it is the last breath I take, fighting mine own shadow

I hurt in my soul I am heavy in my heart

My gut smells fear and a brand new start

How will it begin? Will I fly... or must i be buried in a hole?

I want to have hope... that, what is meant for me I won't have to cajole

To force is to break and that's a force I cannot take

the cracks in my surface are misleading they're fake

Redirecting prying eyes and snooping noses

Away from bloody thorns and towards red roses

Just for one moment, if I could truly rest