Literally-nemo - WillowTree Music

olivia pierce

Remove the clots from my heart That I may pour it out seamlessly on the altar of humility That I may make sacrifice the contentment of the flesh For valiant is he that seeks contentment of the soul

sara toufali

Ermitage Saint-Antoine de Galamus, France - 2017

jessica pineda

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𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌

Fear

T’was much too long ago that I was scared

Of men with bodies, men with flesh and bone,

That nights were filled with fears of those who dared

To torture, maim and kill those all alone

It’s been so long since darkness held a beast

With claws to rip and fangs to tear at flesh

Since fear held death, it’s victory the least,

It’s mystery encompassing in mesh

It’s been too long since I have walked alone

After sunset when darkness settles in

Without the fear of shadows cast by stone

But not of creatures that might hide therein

Now fear to me is demons in my head

That torment me until my soul is dead

autumn girl 🍁🍂

Angel

She can see her house from here. So far off, it seems to hardly exist, Much like how she feels about home Though the two have never coincided

She feels the rough concrete where she sits It's broken in places and dirty; Nobody's allowed up here anyway, They might hurt themselves or something

Nobody looks up at her dangling feet She doesn't blame them, of course She can hardly see them at all And she's always seen so clearly

She stands up and looks around At the highest point that she can see, She feels just like an angel, Her dress flaps in the wind

When she wakes, she will have wings Wings that would have saved her, Were they hers in this life Imagining their soft feathers in her hands,

She falls.