Where matter was grayer than our lives
Since the apocalypse
Things have changed for the better or worse;
We cannot say
Where souls were thrust to the fire of the wind
Since our knowledge
Of when young and bright souls would feed off of fire embers
When chamomile colors were spread all over the earth's vast disk
Was when we were washed away
We used to hold so many memories;
Laughter, sadness, nostalgia, gleam
But all washed away when we did
Our noises were what kept us alive
Like the wind, we float on clouds
White tufts of peace and serenity
We carry erudition in our veins, like the sun carries our waves in soft starlight
We live and die when our earthly souls do
The aging stones atop our heads have harnessed all the independent sounds we could hold
But in the end, when their burning charcoals cease to burn, we burn within
Our soundless souls have lived far too long to have witnessed the beauty of it all
Yet when soundscapes that contain beauty float to our ears, we live a little more each day
Knowing that ourselves are to be ended with sounds that speak volumes to far away.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
