What is the saddest broken promise?
("See you soon") It kind of is, if you think about it. -Atlas
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And though I am often lost in wonder I have never once looked up at the sky And felt small ------- maybe it's hard to be grateful sometimes because it's hard to notice the absence of pain ------- Trying to do the right thing is always admirable.
That last one wasn't really a poem or... anything, really, but I wrote it in Ernest, so on the blog it goes. (Yaaay) -Atlas Shh.
Hey. It's okay. Each fear has its time and place But not here Not now Not all at once. A calming poem -Atlas Here is how you find where you belong:
Live. Even in a world were you don't belong. Someday, You will find things you love And people to do them with you. The world you build together Is where you will belong. 'This makes no sense', she thinks, posting it anyway. -Atlas It is only when I try to chronicle my thoughts
that I realize how little I have to say I feel like I mostly just write poems now. Which is fine, though I know I'd be writing better poems if I put more time into them. We all make our choices, I guess. (Though I'm not sure if not putting time into my poems is the right one.) -Atlas Someday
My words will have meaning And they will not rot in the air When I say them aloud I'm so tired T.T -Atlas In each promise
there lies a tiny piece of my soul To break it is to lose it until one day there's nothing left to put in promises anymore Does this even make sense T.T -Atlas Who told you someone else's love was more important than your own? Who told you that your value could be only defined through someone else's eyes? Why do a passing stranger's words carry more weight than yours? (People come and go but you You are going to have to live with yourself for the rest of your life. Your love is more important.) --------- Wind rises, rain falls, thunder rolls in the distance--
Lightning crawls across the sky And my soul is singing, singing the same song that waves sing as they crash into the shore or that meteors sing as they fall to earth in streaks of fire A fierce song sleeping in my bones that rises and falls like the roar of some great leviathan But I am not afraid And I am reaching, reaching for the sky-- (Let me tell you I have never mourned the loss of a sunny day.) I like the second poem a lot more than the first (it was really fun to write) -Atlas You do not need to stand out
To have value. Sometimes the world is saved quietly By many people In many different ways. Aaah why do I stay up like this -Atlas To Whom It May Concern:
Throwing bottles into the sea With tiny thoughts like stars folded up inside Is not an effective way of dealing with your problems (Because for all that it listens The ocean isn't much for conversation) It will most likely take several years before I start writing things worth looking at. (So please don't judge me forever based on this) -Atlas |
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