fool’s gold

I have come to this peak, unbowed and undefeated.

Trickster

it’s all a game of chess. but with cigarettes and glass bottles and the goal is to light the palace on fire.

classics

dance with me, my love, to classics only we can hear.

fading youth

as innocence falls away like dying petals, the fire of youth cools.

unapologetic

i’ll run towards the unknown, even if you deny me grown.

prophets and lore

the real prophets find their wayweaving the universe’s threadsbetween stars and galaxies,forever scorned, they resideon the brinks of society,cursed to be ignored and forgotten,for their warnings to go unheard,presence blurred,their existence upheldonly by the secrets of the universewhispered into their ears,the swirling galaxies become their eyesas pressing silence pressestheir sanity into a bottleand soon they

burning lights

spotlights cast me in the spotlightabove the screams in the nightreaching hands pull at my seamsand, under the moonlight, it truly seemsi am an ethereal sprite from unanswered dreams,but, beneath the bright light,lies a churning sight where streams run dry,and the light of the fire burns the esteemed into a shaky regime.

embers

the forgotten ash rises again.

burning

they never failed to hurt herwith their jeers and taunts,so she gathered fire and woodto burn the world down

catch fire

it begins as a sharp fizzlefrom my toes to my finger tips,then a warm glow in my heartof blinding lights flowing down my veins,a comforting blanket around my arms,just standing here in your arms,i feel like i could catch on fire