when the veil burns away, we’re the ones left to remember. a poem for the ones who watched it all and still chose to feel.
and the watchers wept
From Ashes to Embers
Fatigue clings to my jaded bones, As weariness crashes over me. A heaviness no sleep can mend, No dream can set me free.
Lavender Dreams
Lavender dreams in my wake Which direction doth I take? Sage dons my fearless guide, Abreast with fears I must abide.
Harbingers of Havoc
We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing our veins! Unfazed by rules, unbowed by fate, Harbingers of havoc—check-freaking-mate!
From the Ashes of an Awakening
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
Beacon of an Awakening
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
Forged in Silence
Told to come out of my shell But they do not know. Forced to retreat - Not hiding, but surviving. This shell is not weakness, nor fear, But the armor I built to stay here.
Threads of Time
A face that carries olden dreams reborn. A heart that heals what the past has torn.
my letters from beyond the fire 