They say I choose how I feel, but my hands still tremble when ghosts walk by drenched in familiar smiles.
Phantom Fires in Familiar Smiles
They say I choose how I feel, but my hands still tremble when ghosts walk by drenched in familiar smiles.
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 in my wake Which direction doth I take? Sage dons my fearless guide, Abreast with fears I must abide.
Dear Universe,
Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.
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!
Fatigue vibrates in my core A hum beneath my skin. A weary echo, pulsing low, A song I cannot dim
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
Tired and battle-worn, a lone ship sails seas laden with storms.
A fierce butterfly emerges from chaos, embodying power and transformation, shaking reality and the cosmos, and heralding liberation through its untamed presence and fiery wings.