For Kristina Look, it's all a gameFor Kristina by ~Ronanolan
One in which patience is a virtue
and the key to the success of the endevour
Paranoia and self loathing are traps
set out by your subconscious and the universe
to snare the spirit of your happiness
and drag it into the dirt of reflected flaw
So do not despair while you wait
or worry excessive and sickening
as the work left for you is still pending
just so long as the right moments align
Oh, there is still some light left
in the bottle of this place and time
it may just be hidden waiting
at the very bottom of it all
Things are Okay Things are okayThings are Okay by ~Ronanolan
The title is more than census of a measure
Calm oceans reside with me and in the lake
The children swim all clothed in yellow sun
Unburned, unburdened by the playing names
I am going to the east
I'm en route to farthest west
The happenings that happened here
We've counted ourselves damned with
Courtesy and a wild desire to go
they're alright
when commotion shows in giddy droves
To sit and warm the lights outside
That cities have burned colder than
the arctic, deep and white
I shall never live again
In seconds that life has me captured
the pictures that have taken here
To places far and wild to live
Wit
Child “this world is not,Child by ~Ronanolan
returning now to iced lakes of
my parasitic times;
unclothed and monotonic,
both, each: mirrored.”
This celebration of time’s occasion
“distracted by small
numbers: loud to noxious
clouds, i, eulogistic;
buried both of sound stripped
and all things harmless.”
That the nature of life is to be so Of the fact:
Through these moments, these.
Known as history death; only.
Lonely in dissonant chorus crowd.
Juxtaposed by lives, our own.
All growth in aging, all doom in youth.
To see, to have lived, and to die in time.
The great steps to dance, to know
| Sometimes, right? You just have to do it, right? You, right! |
Sta.sh
