Once in a Writer's Moon by hrtregulus

Definition: elongated

hrtregulus — 2021-10-15 06:11:11 UTC

Some Days

hrtregulus — 2021-10-15 06:29:00 UTC

That day we came to be
I thought it would be forever
And yet you left me
You left me forever

Some days I don't know what to feel
What to do
What to say
What to do about today

Silence

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-15 08:53:15 UTC

Silence is bitter,
Biting at your mind,
All words wither,
Whilst thoughts grow inside.

Leaving you helpless,
Distractions gone,
It's forever fruitless,
Stretching on for long.

But when the sun shines over the mountains,
When the birds flee into the sky,
Even the softest whispers break silence,
So let Silence spread its wings and fly.

hrtregulus — 2021-10-15 09:18:57 UTC

A howl of wind; an exhale of breath,
A laughing girl; the soft sigh of death.
A flowing brook; a blocked off dam;
We soar, we spin
We whisper, we sin
We look with the darkest eyes.
The bliss of solitude; drowned in ecstasy,
Everything destroys my felicity.

Belonging

hrtregulus — 2021-10-16 03:11:56 UTC

Once upon a time,
I thought I belonged.
Then months and days passed,
I knew that I did not.

I'm sick of pretending,
Smiling when I'm not,
Laughing when I feel like crying,
I don't belong.

But what will I be?
A person without meaning?
Without something
To live for?

I'll pretend.
I'll smile when I'm not.
I'll laugh when I feel like crying,
Try to tell myself that I belong.

If We Were To...

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-16 03:16:13 UTC

If we were to walk, hand in hand,
Across a barren, windless land,
Take your breath and throw it away,
And turn the sky blue from silky grey.

If we were to look, up where birds fly,
At the wispy, silent, starless sky,
Light a candle and let it take flight,
Let the whole world share a single light.

If we were to watch, before we fled,
At the roaring, crashing sea as it bled,
Pick up your heart and place it in sand,
The sea will carry it to another land.

Definition: iridescent

hrtregulus — 2021-10-16 06:41:29 UTC

Once In A Writer's Moon

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-16 11:01:20 UTC

Once in a writer's moon,
There lay darkness, shade and doom,
The sky was silent, dark and distraught,
And in just nothing all light was caught.

Once in a writer's moon,
A single poet wrote of such gloom,
Of the sky's great lonely distress,
But it persevered, nonetheless.

Once in a writer's moon,
Where shadows ruled and in them loomed,
A dark twisted monster to destroy all hope,
But there was one place it dare not go.

Once in a writer's moon,
On a chilly winter's June,
A small melody sprung from snow and ice,
Darkness didn't see it, and that was the price.

Once in a writer's moon,
The shadows heard a light-hearted tune,
With hatred burning they traced its song,
Only to realise they had been so wrong.

Once in a writer's moon,
Away but close, a harmony brewed,
Lighting the sky and giving it stars,
Spreading across the furthest fars.

Once in a writer's moon,
Shade was defeated and was strewn,
Across a world full of hope and light,
Where day is there, there was a night.

Once in a writer's moon,
A world found it was not immune,
To the void, the darkness and the shade,
Still they tried to love and never hate.

Once in a writer's moon,
A single shadow roamed at noon,
It was not noticed and schemed for revenge,
And all the world it began to drench.

Once in a writer's moon,
A poet lay still within his tomb,
But his book lay open and began to shine,
A single line had saved all life.

Once in a writer's moon...

Two

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-17 00:53:36 UTC

One may fall and one may fly,
One may live, the other die,
One may love and one may hate,
Only one may become great.

One can laugh and one can weep,
One stay awake, the other sleep,
One can give and one can take,
Only one can become great.

One shall learn and one shall shun,
One shall stay, the other run,
One shall make and one shall break,
Only one shall become great.

One may ascend and one may not,
One can refresh, the other rot.
One shall choose to show the other grace,
Both will watch the world fade away.

As two.

Hope

hrtregulus — 2021-10-17 01:31:12 UTC

Had the flame been quelled and dimmed,
Had the fire been quenched and thinned,
Had the sunflower turned to face the moon,
Had the thunderstorm swelled to a typhoon,
There would have been no more hope.

But the flame had not yet been quelled and dimmed,
The fire had not yet been quenched and thinned,
And the sunflower had not yet turned into a moonflower,
And so as the thunderstorm grew less each hour,
The hope unfurled and bloomed.

Literary Device of the Day:

2021-10-17 07:48:37 UTC

~ Personification~

The attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something non-human, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.

Examples:
- The stars winked at the children.
- Death had robbed her of the chance at happiness.
- The creepers wove themselves onto the net.
- Lightning danced in the sky.

Definition: idyllic

hrtregulus — 2021-10-17 07:51:15 UTC

hrtregulus — 2021-10-17 07:54:44 UTC

When the light of day
Draws away
Let the darkness consume fire
And let the stars rise higher.

Let the black night envelope the dying sun,
Let the stars shine and stun,
Let the darkness flutter and whirl,
Let it thicken and swirl.

When the light of day
Draws away
Let the darkness consume flame
And let the stars play their lonely game.

One Day

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-17 11:16:08 UTC

One day, when I'm finally alone,

I'll sit back and think about home.

What I don't have and what I own,

How I've changed and how I've grown.

One day, when I'm finally free,
I'll sit back, think whether to flee,
Was a good idea, 'cause sitting under the tree, I think,
I made a lot of mistakes, yeah... don't you agree?

One day, when you are finally done,
And you sit back after having your fun,
Looking right up at the burning sun,
Can't you see, you were never really on the run.

One day when you are finally out,
And you sit back thinking 'n just gazing at clouds,
Where you once were sat the smallest of crowds,
That was us, smiling- laughing so loud.

One day when we finally reunite,
After a millennia of thinking only inside,
Together, unearthing the things we never hide,
We'll never forget that fateful life time.

Farewell for now, my fateful friend.
One day, I promise, I'll see you again.

Definition: incandescent

hrtregulus — 2021-10-18 03:04:31 UTC

Today's Quote

RosieMelodies — 2021-10-18 04:42:52 UTC

" What we write can be destroyed, but never unwritten. "

-Anonymous.

Shall we?

hrtregulus — 2021-10-18 07:15:36 UTC

Shall we walk
Along the moon
Across the stars,
To a lonely tune?

Shall we walk
Along the sea
Across an empty land
To a silent plea?

Shall we flee
From an invisible foe
Across the oceans
To a land ridden with ice and snow?

Shall we flee
From our destiny
From our fate
Leaving behind all of our history?

Be Gone

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-18 08:54:48 UTC

You die today. Tomorrow. Forever.
Only hell can hold,
Light and Darkness together.
Never can time ever grow old.

Burn to the depths
Of where the dead rest,
Be gone, leave me,
To where the heavens nest.

You were never there, now,
You're gone from my mind.
Now there are no memories,
Of you that I can find.

I'm at peace without you
Why did you have to be?
You know I hate you,
Now I'm finally free.

Untitled

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-18 11:04:23 UTC

A single melody flows through the night air,
Soft but brighter than the sun's glare.
Filled with feeling of victory and triumph,
As it heads towards the heavens above.

Tunes drift across to where the weary lie,
Lifting their dreams up ready to fly,
A soothing song in their forlorn land,
Forming a hope, belief so grand.

Through the mountains a tune weaves,
Past the sleeping rocks and leaves,
Soft melancholy left ringing behind,
A trail of the thoughts buried inside.

A trilling is heard above crashing sea,
Hovering above tired, swaying trees,
Right by where the sun always goes,
Where it comes from, no one knows.

The lullaby is sung when the moon is high,
Revealing the stars, where galaxies glide,
Channeling a note of faith from sound,
From the moon a determination found.

When the first streak of dawn graces the earth,
The last note has ended before the sun's birth,
There's still one that watches at night,
Raising the moon and setting stars alight.

And if you asked, who played these songs,
How has he never been heard all along,
I tell you, it is one that never hides,
He sits on the moon, mountain and tide.

Maybe if you stay awake at night,
You might hear a few of his tones so light,
The shimmering song that always takes flight,
No matter the things that are in day time.

When no comfort is ever found,
Listen for the lonely sound,
A chime that shines forever bright,
Telling you of the gifts of life.

RosieMelodies — 2021-10-18 22:18:53 UTC

" Not all that is gold glitters.
Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that are strong do not wither.
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire is woken.
A light from the shadows shall spring...
Renewed shall be blade that was broken.

The crownless again shall be king. "

- J. R. R Tolkien

do you think?

hrtregulus — 2021-10-18 23:56:17 UTC

Do you think we could forget
And undo all of those regrets
Build up a wall
And ignore the tantalising call?

Do you think we could walk
Whistle softly and talk,
Pushing away our memories
Pushing away long forgotten stories?

Do you think we could sing
Sitting together on that swing
Rocking forward, rocking backward
Soaring up, soaring skyward?

Do you think we could fly
Up, up into the sky
Our wings tattered with dirt
But free, free as a bird?

Do you think we could
Ever be free?
Because even the freest birds
Are bound back by cords.

Do you think
For a final time
That we could forget...
And undo our regrets?

Definition: beguile

hrtregulus — 2021-10-19 00:00:07 UTC

Who I'll be

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-19 10:42:55 UTC

Things just always have to change.
It's nothing new, just something strange.
I've crossed a country now at the border.
I've emptied my glass of its purest water.

There is still unexplored territory.
But can't risk being caught, just want to be free.
I'm on the run and that's exactly why.
But at the same time, just want to die.

I don't know which way to go,
Past the border, on the road.
Until I'm on the run again,
This is a pattern that never ends.

This was my home, for quite some time,
I settled down and had new friends to find.
Learning their language and watched their stars,
Learning how to be like who they are.

Till finally I just had to move on,
Learnt their customs, speech and song,
There was nothing left there for me,
So I left, I left them be.

Now I'm on the road, drifting in between,
Wondering, what if I couldn't flee.
Keep it safe, 'cause if I stay too long,
They'll track it down and others lose their song.

I'm so close, I see the wall high,
That stands in between my new start and I,
Shall I choose to just ride through?
Or turn around and wait for you?

I'm aware of what I'm leaving behind,
A home, a place where I spent time,
It might be run down and might be old,
But it'll be one day fixed, and behold.

I don't know whether I should wait.
Patience running thin, it's getting late.
The stars shine above, giving off no clues,
And so I wait on, waiting for cues.

Tomorrow is still another day,
Not so close, not far away,
If I can wait just a few more years,
I might be rid of all my fears.

The chance to move on is left behind,
I've decided to cling on to this fraying line.
So if I ever fall into the sea...
I'll lose myself, but that's just who I'll be.

The Orphanage

hrtregulus — 2021-10-20 03:23:38 UTC

It was an old building, with a thin layer of paint brushed over dark, worn bricks. Fresh, young roses were pressed flush against the outer walls, a half-hearted attempt to regain some of the orphanage's past elegance and grandeur, but nothing could mask the gloom perceptible in the air; not the new tiles on the roof, not the clean, thick carpets spread on the floors, not the neatly trimmed trees lining the fence.

The backyard was another world entirely, and one that I much preferred.

Grass grew up to your waist in long, swishy stalks, hiding clumps of wildflowers, blue and pink and the occasional yellow snagging at your socks and more often than not, being torn off and floating back to the ground in tiny, uniform ovals of colour. Birds shrieked and cawed from the branches of ancient trees, the wind humming a melody as it whistled through thick green leaves.

As of today, large, silky grey rainclouds had begun to spread over the previously blue sky, lumpy and weighted. Soon, thick drops of rain would tumble from the sky in thin sheets, lashing at the window and gushing down the drains in the hazily lit streets. It would be pretty in a poetic sense; once over, dew would glisten and glimmer on foliage, and if we were lucky, a rainbow would appear, arching over the world. The birds would sing, not scream, and an unearthly silence would fall over the world.

RosieMelodies — 2021-10-20 06:44:58 UTC

" Mystery creates wonder. And wonder is the basis of our desire to understand. "

- Neil Armstrong

Definition: epiphany

hrtregulus — 2021-10-20 08:47:34 UTC

Definition: acquiesce

hrtregulus — 2021-10-21 05:31:57 UTC

Storm

hrtregulus — 2021-10-21 05:53:33 UTC

The air was thick and stifling, as it was wont to be before a storm. I could hear the matron hurriedly bolting the doors shut, the reluctant shriek of a metal bar sliding into place discernible in the silence.

The rainclouds didn't look grey or silken anymore. They were coal black and menacing, an endless, continuous sheet rolling over a once-blue sky. The birds fell silent; deathly silent, just as the first fat drops of rain began to fall.

What was once a rhythmic tapping on the roof grew heavier and harder, until it sounded like a giant, pounding his fist on the tiles. Everything in the room jumped and skidded; not even my bed or wardrobe were spared. Outside, rain poured and tumbled, brief flashes of yellow-white lighting mixing with the threatening rumble of thunder. Distantly, I could hear whispers and trembling screams as tiles slipped from the roof and clattered onto the blurred street, but I was too enraptured by the storm to care - and what it did to my beloved garden.

The grass, so elegant and long, were thrashed about, mere splotches of watery green through the haze of rain, and as I realised very soon, hail. The trees creaked and groaned like old stairs, some of the younger, slimmer saplings being thrown to and fro. Leaves were pummelled to the ground; flowers were viciously torn apart and still, the rain gushed and cascaded from the raw, ruptured sky, turning the dirt into soft mud and the world into a water-splattered painting.

The rain did not cease for around an hour. And when it eventually thinned and stopped, London remained as dark as night and just as cold.

Inner Voices

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-21 07:03:42 UTC

I don't know just what I need.
Then, dear me, isn't it greed?
I don't know how I feel about everything.
It's easy, then just don't feel anything.
I want to help, to carry, to aid.
You're just a burden. Look at your face.
I want to try and ignite their dreams.
You're such a coward and you always flee.
I want to protect the ones that I love,
You'd probably hurt them and send them above.
I want to be the one to save the whole earth,
Look at you and tell me, what are you worth?
I want to be the best of the best,
That's not your decision, you're worse than the rest.
I want to be the main protagonist,
To others in the world you don't even exist.
I want to be one to make the best change,
All of your fantasies will someday fade.
I want to have a great magic or skill,
Well I think you need to work on your will.
I want to help people be happy themselves,
You can't even start to try help yourself.
I want to be who I really truly am,
They should just send you to another land.
I want to be one that is always there.
You're no one to anyone and soon no one will care.

Worry

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-21 10:22:48 UTC

A heavy heart,
And I don't know why,
I'm falling apart,
Beneath the night sky.

Tomorrow is yet another day,
What I don't know,
Is if I'll ever find a way,
Or realise where I'll ever go.

The moon glows white,
It brings no faith,
A wingless flight,
Into my own grave.

Slowly, slowly, stars spin free,
And above the blue sky cries,
A small tingle runs through me,
But I know I cannot fly.

The night is darker than ever,
The sky is brimming with clouds,
The light is gone, forever,
And beneath me, gone is the ground.

A soft breeze drifts through night,
Through light and joyful soul,
Until it reaches the light,
And snuffs it out with a blow.

Suddenly it's hopeless,
My loves, my joys, soon flee,
I know that it's all fruitless,
Because I can't help but worry.

Little Star

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-22 11:06:15 UTC

A little star that softly shines,
Giving off the smallest light,
But someone put it on the sky,
That was the day that night learnt life.

And the birds began to sing again

hrtregulus — 2021-10-23 03:22:32 UTC

The sun rose and sailed gracefully into the sky, sending rays of light flooding through the navy darkness, and the clouds, once more fluffier and lighter than air, began to retreat and diminish. The whole world had been painted over with a layer of gloss; it was as if the storm had never happened. Everything was washing away, leaving a paler, softer version of the world before.

The two inch thick water flooding the streets trickled back down the gutter, soggy brown leaves clinging to the cobbled road in clumps. Some of the younger, slimmer saplings lining the street had been stripped of their leaves and blossoms, but the older, stronger trees let green-tinted, dappled light onto the dark grey road, once again creating a magical, mellowed storybook scene. The front of the orphanage had been relatively untouched; the back was a different matter altogether. My heart twisted and clenched when I saw what used to be my haven. It was ruined.

Grass lay in swathes on the muddy ground, ripped from the earth and flung every which way. Among them lay tattered, torn flowers, the petals mutilated and washed of colour. A branch - no, two had been snapped off from a great tree, the leaves slowly decaying and coated with mud. The backyard had not been allowed an elegant, graceful death. It had been ripped to pieces; and as I looked, I saw a single yellow feather, plucked from the body of a bird.

But lifting my gaze, I saw the beginnings of one red streak, arching across the pearly grey sky. Slowly, the colour boldened until a full rainbow stretched across the world, pretty and ethereal. And just as the pain had ebbed away - the birds began to sing again, just as I had predicted.

Definition: ebb

hrtregulus — 2021-10-23 03:25:31 UTC

Definition: traverse

hrtregulus — 2021-10-26 07:46:19 UTC

But...

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-27 09:48:38 UTC

Rules I cannot obey.
I don't obey.
Thoughts I cannot think.
I don't think.
Sights I cannot see.
I don't see.
But.
Feelings I cannot feel.
I feel.

Circumstance

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-28 08:50:14 UTC

If there were, on circumstance,
A swan to fly, a dove to dance,
Could in a single starry night,
A lonely bird fall and never take flight?
What circumstance or is it chance?
It's all for us to decide.

Something to Read.

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-30 04:53:49 UTC

You have so many chapters, so many selections,
Hundreds upon hundreds of shelves and collections.
What more could one wish for in times of great need?
For on those white pages great places they lead.
A library with thousands of books waiting quiet,
The hushed beauty of the life trapped inside them.
And all I could wish for, and all I could need,
Is something to think of, and something to read.

hrtregulus — 2021-10-31 09:31:11 UTC

It's a kind of sadness,
It's a kind of grief.
It allows you to laugh
It allows you to cry
But it never allows you to feel happy.

It's a kind of wry acceptance,
It's a kind of cruel bitterness,
It allows you to smile
It allows you to nod
But it never allows you to miss the one you miss most.

sometimes, when i lie on my bed and wish for sleep,
i toss and turn and think.
and sometimes i wonder, my chest aching with phantom pain,
what if things had been different?

Starry, Starry Night

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-10-31 20:22:45 UTC

The orange rays of October,

Slowly dim as it grows colder,

And in the night,

Where none take flight,

And the summer heat grows bolder.

The laughter in the air,

Silent blue skies despair,

And in the night,

Where breath is tight,

And the pale moon is fair.

The pulsing, navy sky,

Swallowed by bitter cries,

And in the day,

Where the next one lays,

A starry, starry night.

So Many Things...

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-11-08 05:00:08 UTC

So many things to do before time,

So many things and such a small life,

So many things to laugh and cry,

So many things to fail but try.

So many things wishes can't make,

So many things that none can take,

So many things that we all fake,

So many things we could create.

So many things to bring destruction,

So many things to end introductions,

So many things to cross at junctions,

So many things that always dysfunction.

So many things that fall at our feet,

So many things that we never meet,

So many things to go break free,

So many things without you or me.

Time

hrtregulus — 2021-11-21 10:09:32 UTC

It is the golden hand, moving from letter to number, the musical ticks haunting the wood,
It is the sky as it shifts from blue to lustrous silver.
It is the groans, the creaks and moans as tiles darken and black spider-silk carve into bricks,
It is the leaves as they waltz across the grey expanse of road, dancing to their own rustling tune.
It is the marbled sheet of sea, rising and falling with the lull of the tide,
It is the ribbon of gauze arching across the world, dissipating back into pearl and smoke.
It is Time.

Fate

hrtregulus — 2021-11-21 10:13:24 UTC

I am the lone bird, hopping away from my fallen kin,
Who lie so quietly but sorrowfully on the red-seeped road.

I am the leaf, grasped by the wind and caressed by the air,
The first to sway one last dance as I brush the ground.

I am the wall of rushing, arched, gauzy ocean,
The cries of the dying and silence of the dead resonating in my waters.

But I am also the young girl, laughing and crying, as she walks for the first time,
Reaching out to touch the sun-baked pavement and thick green foliage.

I am Fate.

White

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2021-11-22 02:11:00 UTC

White is the laughter of snow, softly falling, upon grey, metal balconies, first in the morning, drifting and still.

White is the call of doves gliding over a sea of dandelions, spreading white seeds and feathers over green hills.

White is like the muted roaring of foaming, hissing sea, silently wild.

White is like a smooth, unblemished pearl, like the first, clean rolls of clothes upon an infant child.

White are the roses dancing in soft, whispering breezes, swaying to a silent melody.

White are the clouds, creeping over blue sky, a waltz of freedom above roaring sea.

White are the soft cries of the dying, and the screaming silence of the dead.

So Long

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2022-02-28 04:56:49 UTC

So long, has it been.
I haven't seen you for some time.
Can you blame me?
Though I missed you all the while.

You'll be home soon.

Alone

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2022-03-01 09:25:59 UTC

It's so silent
Alone
If you ever do see this
I'm glad you have
Remember this was once a thing

hrtregulus — 2022-03-05 08:53:45 UTC

We are a sea apart,
But somehow, we are also together.
There's a thing more powerful than memories -
-words.

Nobody
Knows
Who
I
Am
Here.

I miss you.

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2022-05-26 00:26:57 UTC

It's been a really, really long time.
How high and low,
Have come again to greet us.
This end of light.

We're not even halfway.
But still close to the end.
It's hard to find the stars underneath clouds.
It's hard to search for shells underneath the sea.

I wish you were here.
So you could help me part the sky and sea.
With us, with me.

sky-shy

hrtregulus — 2022-10-12 08:48:23 UTC

but it can't be, because it's winter, and the sun is sky-shy

aspen ig??

hrtregulus — 2022-10-12 08:49:45 UTC

She nocks, aims at her target. The boy's honey curls are stark against the dark tree trunk.

For Aspen, she thinks, and looses the arrow.

The deadly point strikes wood instead of flesh, burrowing deep within the wrong heart. And then agony, splayed over her chest, yanking on the cords of her lungs. She stumbles, one hand flying to her wound. She braces herself for the fall, but a moment later there's hands on her waist and lips at her ear.

"Leave me," she spits out, voice ragged with pain. The hand at her chest is slick with blood. Crimson streaks her arms in rivulets. If she does not crawl to safety soon, she will die by the hand of her enemy.

Again.

He laughs. "Oh, you know I could never leave you for dead."

Sun in the Snow

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2022-10-14 07:06:08 UTC

Sometimes and rarely,
Through winter storms,
Blizzards of cold,
Peeking through, a warmth.

hrtregulus — 2022-10-14 10:20:53 UTC

The silence wasn't as quiet as everyone painted it to be, paradoxically, but it was floating, it was shimmering, it was loud. He could feel it fluttering on his fingertips and the shells of his ears, piercing his skin with violet and velvet and voices that echoed even in the absence of the sound. But the silence wasn't scary - not for the ears that were used to it, but it wasn't quite welcome either.

hrtregulus — 2022-10-16 11:25:15 UTC

so tie her to the stake, because treachery feels like home

hrtregulus — 2022-10-17 12:55:12 UTC

Theodore glanced at her. His eyes were blue – not sky-blue, or sea-blue. They were the blue that glinted from too-black hair, the blue that lurked in the depths of your dreams.

Burn

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2022-10-19 22:22:11 UTC

He cries at it consumes him

Eats him in his glory

Swallowing shadows that lay so dim

He cries in victory

"Burn!"

He turns to what he had once loved

What bestowed upon him his heavy crown

Of weighted thorns, sat above

He scoffs, as he is pulled to the ground.

"As if."

"Who is brave?" He asks to no avail

No one answers, he is but alone

The army he knew, now inhales

The toxins that shall soon too stain his throne.

"You are."

He cries in victory, for he

Was the only one, brave and chained,

And with no one by his side, free,

His kingdom, his home, consumed in flames.

"Fire."

Sonnet 12

hrtregulus — 2022-10-30 09:50:19 UTC

Of thy beauty do I question make / That thou among the waste of time must go.

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake / And die as fast as they see others grow.

hrtregulus — 2022-11-29 11:10:02 UTC

'I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.' ~ The Song of Achilles

achilles' song

hrtregulus — 2022-12-12 11:36:22 UTC

perfect youth gazing at me
you made me weak in the knees
made me feel everything at once
a flicker of innocent love
you were glamour
glitter
and flame
and you numbed all of my pain
played on my heart like a lyre string
you were enchanting

hrtregulus — 2022-12-19 07:15:58 UTC

zeug·ma ˈzo͞oɡmə/

noun

a figure of speech in which a word applies to two others in different senses (e.g.,John and his license expired last week ) or to two others of which it semantically suits only one (e.g., with weeping eyes and hearts ).

hrtregulus — 2022-12-30 10:29:08 UTC

i've been unkind to my love
so critical,
so cruel.
i pray that she'll forgive me
for my words, my actions too.
i'll mend her fractured pieces,
gold stitching in pale skin.
it's not too late, is it?
to love myself again?

skeletons in the closet

hrtregulus — 2023-01-10 07:16:03 UTC

there are skeletons in my closet
with black bones and darker eyes
they whisper
chatter
claw at the door
never do they go away.

i pretend they aren't there.
mask the rot with cloying sweetness
veil the murmurs with soiled sleepless
nights

sometimes one escapes.
it grabs at me
looks me dead in the eyes
and tells me,

'nobody believes your little lies.'

my lover is dead

hrtregulus — 2023-02-03 09:35:42 UTC

my lover is dead.

those cold eyes
from which he bled
his face so still
my lover is dead.

what use is godhead?

his hair was gold
his tie was red
a stab of dread;
i think my lover is dead.

we were just newlywed.

he leaves behind a battlefield
soaked in bloodshed
on his deathbed
maybe i wish-

my lover is dead.

isn't love blind?

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-08-09 00:34:39 UTC

what is this feeling that stems from my heart?
a weed that takes root, it takes parts apart
they say it is love, i dare call it sin
"thou know not of thy soul, within thy own skin"

the barest threads that tie us together
maybe it's one-sided, maybe it's worth never
your radiant shine, a halo in my mind,
stab out my eyes - isn't love blind?

i wish i could banish this feeling down below
through webs of tangled hearts on which shadows grow
i wish it weren't like this, i won't look upon you again
you don't even know me! i say, let it end

i only see you once every few days,
and we laugh, we laugh, and your smile carries me away
over and over again, i'm sure it will die out
i'll wait for this to be over... i'll wait for you... but how?

miss you

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-09-03 11:14:04 UTC

i don't miss you
i miss the idea of 'we'
or rather what i thought
we could have one day been

waiting on a phone call
that we never planned
i don't remember the last time
i ever held your hand

what did you think when
you realised love wasn't true?
was it my fault, did i do this?
no, you did it to you

i think the world has lost its passion
or maybe it could be me
where is the vibrant sky?
how much can i not see?

i don't miss you
i miss the idea of 'we'
but if i had another chance
you'd never get rid of me

4pm

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-09-03 11:20:23 UTC

it's 4pm and here we are
waiting alone
next to each other
both on our phones

i don't know you
you don't know me
and we've both never heard
of something called we

it seems like everyone else
is losing themselves over love
here we are, alone in grief
drenched in each others' blood

where did we come from?
why are we here?
you've moved on and so have i
what do i have to fear?

it's 4pm and you're waiting
for the someone's i don't know
for the someone's i am not
it's 4pm and you're still alone

do you still think they're coming?

second

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-11-29 01:46:16 UTC

it's all over in a second, perhaps

we'll become a distant memory

of one another's, and each other

we won't again see

from the beginning, how long

did we believe? drifting like

shipwrecked wrecks in the sky

we thought we had taken flight

i'm happy of what we've become

fleeting sparrows twisting across

the navy blue to a new universe

far away and never lost

this same feeling, an exact year ago

i can't tell you how much we've grown

perhaps too much, or too little

the future remains unknown.

a-maze

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-11-29 01:47:07 UTC

life is a maze

with turns that run to the sea

twists towards the sky

on staircases painted white

life is a gull

that draws circles around the sun

dips into the salty blue

in front of me and you

life is a puzzle

that we can't seem to put together

cannot hold without it flaking

like the clouds that keep on shaking

life is

a maze

that never ceases to amaze

every living thing that lives in life

life is

a maze

and doesn't it amaze

you and me, who are waiting to die?

green

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-11-29 01:52:09 UTC

i don't despise

the colour green

in fact, i'd say

it is my favourite

but when i look

upon this padlet

green, green, green,

is all i see

tell me why it hurts

tell me why it scars

but if this is what must

be, then surely, let me

buried beneath

i can spy purple

pinks and colours

that are not green

sometimes it's nice

sometimes it's not

as long as i remember

things under the green

i'll tell you soon

i won't like green

but for now, it seems

it's what makes me

so tell me why

i like green

it's comfy, it's cold

it's everywhere i see

i don't despise

the colour green

in fact, i'd say

it's only lonely

summer

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-11-30 11:52:14 UTC

memories of another summer

hidden in my winter coat

pockets of time, in my pockets

i replace them with a phone

why is it that these days

ellipsis is all i can write

before each sentence when

i speak to you each night

perhaps we've spoken so much

that there's nothing else to say

as the moon rises and falls

we were never going to stay

like children and teddy bears, we

grow old in a fleeting feeling

is this the end? i ask again

if i tiptoe i can touch the ceiling

why is this summer so nostalgic?

wasn't every year before, these

14 years we've spent together

and how many when we got to meet?

it was holidays when you told me

through broken words and apostrophes

that we wouldn't grow tired

now between us there's only silence

i'm sorry it was too predictable

i'm sorry that i couldn't do anything

to change, to become better and grow

i'm sorry i couldn't become anything

worth noting

memories of another summer

hidden in my winter coat

i was scared then, of this feeling

called love, but now i'm alone

legacy

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-11-30 12:00:47 UTC

do you think that one day

we could become history?

that perhaps, people will see

our fantasy in legacy

sometimes i hope that

we can reveal to the eyes

that we too had a reason why

to try and touch the sky

maybe they'll see through us

maybe they'll scoff and scorn

they might never see at all

but i like to hope we didn't fall

one day i hope that someone

out there might remember our names

our stories, our songs, our

useless little games

i'll remember those who left a legacy

deep inside my broken heart

maybe one day, we all

could become a missing part...

photograph

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-11-30 12:09:33 UTC

sunset streaks across the ocean

two silhouettes dance, spinning solo

and they laugh and spin and- oh, wait

isn't this a photo?

the click of a camera cuts time in half

and slices into the colours crystal clear

i'm afraid i don't have the heart

to tell you that they'll soon disappear

...

photos you claimed never existed

and oh, wasn't it so surreal,

materialised in moments even though

i never knew they were real

i wasn't hurt that you cared

i'm hurt that you care no more

that moment, do you still remember?

i don't think you do, anymore

i should have seen it coming

the click of a camera, blinking

caught in the moment, i forgot

that this broken ship was sinking

i wonder sometimes, if you

still have any single photograph

i won't blame you for deleting them

...but you deleted my heart

.. .-.. --- ...- . -.-- --- ..-

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-01 12:39:06 UTC

was it many a year ago?

or perhaps in this very day

where he once made a fantasy,

without a single name?

his smile was like the waters

that reflected the flowing sky

and when he breathed, he

breathed the stars, from the starry night.

orange glimmers from city lights,

shooting stars on the sea

was it dusk or was it dawn?

where the waters and skies meet

his eyes were bright and absorbed

the clouds, that reflected the setting sun

how beautiful is he? how can he be

as perfect as he is, as someone?

sometimes i wonder, if he's human too

or an ethereal creature who came true?

sometimes i wonder, then i realise you're you...

you're impeccable, ineffable, and

love

you

funny

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-03 12:29:27 UTC

isn't it funny? the irony

i thought i loved you,

did you think you loved me?

isn't it funny? as are we,

this cat-and-mouse game

that set us both free?

isn't it funny? don't you see

it was over in a moment

you don't deserve this elegy

isn't it funny? tell me, oh hilarity

my lover, my loser,

how i love her, how i lose her

it was never

meant to be...

sky = you

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-03 12:33:57 UTC

The moment that I see the sky
My breath stops, my eyes grow wide,
I can’t help this feeling inside me
That grows at the thought of you.

How much longer until us?
I’ll keep on waiting, for this happiness.
Even if they don’t know you’re here,
You’ve been with me from the start.

There are no words left on my tongue
To describe your beauty, hung
Above me, everything perfect, beautiful
How can I not love you?

The vast, freeing sky reminds me of you
And a melody in the clouds flow to
Grace my ears and somehow, I know
That it will all be okay, because of you.

I want to throw open the windows
And let the sky wrap me close
Maybe if I keep on loving I’ll
Grow a single step closer to you.

The moment that I see the sky
My breath stops, my eyes grow wide,
I can’t help this feeling inside me
That grows at the thought of you.

loves me, hates me

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-04 06:44:12 UTC

my dearest dear love,

i know i love you

but you don't know me

you don't know the truth

if you are the sun, i am but

a single. drop. of rain

if you are the red splatter of blood

i am, a mere, stain

what am i compared to you?

for you are like hawk's eye

that perceives, that receives,

and i? i am blind!

i can't help but think how much

easier it would be, if you. hated. me

perhaps i won't feel this guilt

dragging you down, down 6 feet

i love you, your everything,

i hate you, your everything,

i love you, i hate you, i love you...

i love you more than anything

my dearest dear love

this poem filled with heart

please hate me, i can bear no more

so break my heart in half

i don't really love you

i'll say in several years

i don't really love you

but i drown in my tears

because i pull petals off of flowers

i flip coins on the hardwood floor

i shuffle cards from the 52-card deck

i think i'm losing it all

once (more) in a writer's moon

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-04 12:39:20 UTC

it's been two years since

this place once appeared

and for a moment i thought

that we could stay here

now i'm all alone

hoping for hope

maybe you'll come back

and put on a show

once in a writer's moon

we made this place together

once in a writer's moon

didn't it last forever?

so i ask you all

for a once more

in a writer's moon

once and nevermore

please come back

before we can't remake

please come back

before this place breaks

she and you

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-04 12:40:58 UTC

i fight the urge to ask how is life?

because between the thin line

that we walk, we never talk

and i think i'm losing my mind

i've seen you in the hallways

wandering through the place

we don't say hi, not even goodbye

and i think i'm losing face

i'll be there during the half

and see you smile and laugh

to be honest, i'm a little jealous

that we didn't do that stuff

because she and you are now best friends

when you were once both mine

because she and you don't play pretend

unlike when you both were mine

perhaps it's the genius that comes together

gravitates, despite stormy weather

perhaps it's the genius that feels much better

it doesn't matter, as long as you're happy...

line

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-05 11:57:27 UTC

there's a line that i see

every time that i breathe

outside air, but that's once every week

there's a line that i see

that rests on the sea

and i'm starting to think, that it contains me

the line starts with c

does it end in we?

your name, but crewe is a town overseas

there's a line that i see

every time that i breathe

and look at the mirror, reflection of me

i see a line

when i look in your eyes

when i look at the sky

...

i think it's called the horizon?

metaphorical snowflakes

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-05 11:57:58 UTC

metaphorical snowflakes fall

because here we don't have snow

instead summer consumes, rages and fumes

and the heated winds betrayingly blow

metaphorical scarves are wrapped

like wrapping paper twisted neat

around our necks, to keep us trapped

in this stupid, summer heat

metaphorical snowmen melt

and they would if there was any snow to begin with

i guess this is just how i felt

but is there anyone who could dare miss this?

metaphorical santa places down

presents underneath plastic trees

you may argue, i dare you to shout

but he's metaphorical until i believe

metaphorical Christmas winters

expose my longing, my hope

as summer roils and hinders

but i guess it'll never soon snow

to whom it may concern

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-05 12:24:04 UTC

i must admit i'm lonely, i suppose; i think the silence is getting to me. i don't know which side of me will win this game of tug-of-war.

i want them back, but i'm afraid to ask. i can't tie people down like that, can i? if we all want to be birds, free and flying, who am i to deny their right?

it's stupid that this is my only pastime

i ought to find something better to do but some part of me never wants to give up on this

i guess it's fun. kind of.

also it's getting sort of close to everything, so, here's to hopes i change that

the future is going to be the end of this

the future is the end of everything

i don't have space to write on word documents

don't have the time, words or patience

maybe i'm just that useless. is that an accomplishment? maybe i'll stay here forever, never to see human faces again...

life is fleeting. i hope whoever sees this can at least... somehow... let me know. unless i'm dead. unless no one ever thinks of this. if i wrote this on paper would people see? what we once were? what we could've been? i kind of hope someone remembers us, we could join the wall of fame. that's what 'legacy' was about. i'll be honest. i won't explain any poems like i did before (as i'd rather people see for themselves) as a comment. also, because i can't explain to anyone now what they meant (i write them over a period of time). they meant something at the time.

...

off track, (is it really?) but please come back.

tire easily

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-06 10:48:26 UTC

humans tire easily

what is it about us?

do we just not have the capacity

to ever fulfil our dreams?

those stars we won't reach

i want to bring them down

so that we can both see

what i could've done

i'm sorry, perhaps if i were

just a little bit more perfect

then i'd be able to be with you

once more, for another year

i hope that for another moment

the slim chance i'll see you again

i promise that i'll do everything i can

so it won't be wasted on me anymore

was it just me? who felt

a sort of ecstasy in my heart

whenever you walked into the room

and spoke a single word?

was it just me? longing that

you'd maybe see me, that you would

maybe realise how much i

enjoyed your advice, company

humans tire easily

did you get tired of me?

maybe only i don't have the capacity

to fulfil anyone's dreams...

can love so disappear?

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-06 23:17:02 UTC

it started with a comment

that they couldn't control

a fire from a spark

a rift from in the whole

you told me this won't happen

now i admit that i'm afraid

because of the promise you can't seem to keep

the promise that you both made

it started from a comment

which became a bite and shout

and all we could do was watch and wait

hoping you'd finish it now

too bad we're wrong, and

too bad it's not getting better

it's too bad, we can hear

every word you speak to each other

tell me why you're still fighting

when you told me it was bad

tell me why you're hypocrites

and scream each other mad

mother, father, can't we all

resolve this issue together?

mother, father, brother and i

are we not birds of the feather?

he and i, we stand to the side

hoping, praying, mother, father

i shan't, can't, say anymore, for

i'm afraid you'll kill each other

glass shards in a flecked pen

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-07 22:41:08 UTC

thorns throughout the lilies

the sliver of moonlight under my door

the knife beneath my mattress

the blood on the bathroom floor

i think that there's a blossom

a tincture of blade that will never cut

blossoming beneath the concrete wasteland

icarus, you flew too close to the sun

a mere word from you and

rises the stars, hold your breath,

under the hanging roses

and rewind, begin again

hold on a little longer,

forgetting how to breathe

let the heavens swallow me whole

my demons are catching up to me

inhale the haunted air and

be careful making wishes in the dark

to the abyssal, depravity of man

you can't be sure if they'll hit their mark

when you're more or less yourself

you don't need water to drown

the dirt between our intertwined fingers

am i one of the hopes you brought down?

a year and 3-6 months ago

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-07 22:53:19 UTC

and today, you reappear again

lines make my hands tremble

it sort of came to me in a dream

if you'll believe that...

i saw you, but i don't think you

saw me at all

yes it's all... sort of miscellaneous

...i think like that word

some people don't believe God exists

but the devil is trying to kill me

by dragging me back down

into the pits of hopelessness

at least time i'm... not blind

but i'm starting to think that this is a sign...

because you're back, i don't know

how i made it through last time without you.

the beeps of a computer...

i don't remember what i did last time

...other than cry... a lot...

i feel like i'm using too many an ellipsis

in a decade, how many words can you learn?

so maybe i'd be able to understand you

maybe i wouldn't have to google

the stupid definitions that never match

it's not depression if i'm happy

for at least 2 seconds a day

but when i look outside, really

the summer rain isn't helping... at all...

i really dreamt of you, you know?

instead of voice records, i heard

it like it was real... sometimes,

ha, are you even real?

8/12/23

guilt and its obnoxious mouth

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-08 07:47:41 UTC

there's a feeling that plagues me sometimes

what is it?

tell me

there's a guilt that doesn't go away

what is it?

tell me

there's a shadow cast over my heart

what is it?

SHUT UP

"but you didn't say, i don't know"

you said

"but you only said shut up"

you said

"and do you know why?"

you asked with a smile

"you know exactly what you're guilty for"

you laughed

i broke the bone called your spinal cord

you didn't stop laughing, doubled over,

were you in pain? i couldn't tell

i hate you, guilt, burn in hell

poems

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-09 02:34:47 UTC

i write poems, sometimes one a day

sometimes two, three, maybe four

i can write poems because i can't

write anything else, ever at all

funny, when i write poems

to someone else's song

i write poems based on

someone else's story

it's all descending

falling slowly, oh

i hit the top so

i can only fall

damningly romantic

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-09 13:50:59 UTC

oh, aren't we all so damningly romantic,

roses and hearts painted on beige walls,

my mind is blank, petals decorate my thoughts,

and i wander through cupid's stony marble halls

oh, aren't we all so damningly romantic?

they say love is blind, i can't agree more

we waltz through the clouds like lovers in the sky

did we love each other? we did and therefore

oh, aren't we all so damningly romantic.

i say this and laugh at our stupid old antics

it never will work, and still i dare panic

oh, aren't we all so damningly romantic!

paucity of pause

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-09 13:51:01 UTC

the same few thoughts

have probably repeated

over and over again

but it still doesn't end

the paucity of pause

the scarcity of stop

will time ever be merciful?

it doesn't slow at all

if only we could lull

perfidious time, oh

it's all that fickle pain

consistently the same

i see bloodshot eyes

dark bags under souls

inchoate shadows

are forming under windows

time waits for no man

nothing in this world

it's as simple as it is

call it arabesque

note

Aeweilia_Pentalagos — 2023-12-09 13:53:17 UTC

kind of sudden but i think i'll give up now. this afternoon... i asked

the creator

of this padlet whether they still wrote poetry. (for context i don't think they've checked this padlet in like, forever, so haha, no context [get it]) and they said no.

straight no. i think it's a sign, sort of.

uh, so, whoever ever reads this.

thanks. i'm sorry.

it kind of hurts that i have to move on, but i know i can't stay in the past. everyone is moving so quickly forward as well. shall i fall behind?

so. thanks again, everyone.

good luck in life. we're all gonna need it.