Silenced Through Stones
take a listen, unwind, barricade in your mind.
Crows Don't Only Breathe in Darkness
Before I knew how to make poetry,
I was drawn to symbolisms.
i was always trying to uncover the truth
that lay hidden beneath the surface.
I would invest myself into these ideas
and find languages that were lost.
Not everything that rusted was never
meant to be touched.
I think I took an interest in this when
I was in high school.
Everyday I would wake up sick,
standing beside my nerves.
i dreaded these dangerous mornings
with my mind.
though I would listen to my body,
I didn't quite understand why I felt
time was my enemy.
it would take me several years to
learn how to adapt and progress in
and out my body.
It would take me studying the elements
we exist in many stages.
we even exist when we want time to stop.
how cruel time must be to let us breathe.
how cruel it is to not cherish these breaths.
the breaths you breathe.
even the breaths that send
shivers up the spines of former selves.
we're not transparent, yet
moments pass through us.
there comes a time when
we stop holding onto tomorrow.
a time when our breath stops.
a time when the sky will fade from
our point of view.
a time we may not recognize.
there will come a time when like
stars, we will long be gone.
light years away from our current self.
it is important to never feel almost complete.
it is important to never stop growing from falling.
we stand against the roots we've grown within.
a source of structure in our minds to
when nothing is missed we
water our thoughts.
its okay to not question or
Its okay to learn nothing is
we too can turn our brains off
when the sun goes down.
a time to part with
and a time to return.