Kalopsia
[ka-lop-se-a] Greek
(n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology.
"Will wonders never cease
When my muse saunters the velvet night,
And prays to the moon for...
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A flower blooms A new romance awry, Of hopes and dreams And childish innocence reborn
Loving and simple Kind and maybe even sinful The heart opens Loving, Deeply and hard
Overshadows the mind and soul, As spring sheds it's new blooming. But spring turns to winter eventually And cherry blossom love slips into ash and snow Dead flowers on white beds And a promise of "I love you" sheds it's petals and dies with the other's heart
Loving Deeply and hard, heavenly touch turns to stone under shattered hearts and broken promises Now blood is spilled on the snow And the flower he picked for her is dead on the ground Because dear, everything beautiful picked, gets killed eventually And all the while, He'll pick a new flower for another vulnerable heart And leave behind a trail of bloodied hearts and salty tears Because spring keeps cycling. 'It's the way of life', sung the wind.
Everything beautiful can not last for forever.
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Well....hello everyone, happy new year! I understand most of you might've forgotten all about me, and for that I deeply apologize. I know I've been gone a long while (2 years...oops), and I cannot promise I'll come back for good. I'm graduating this year, and have experienced many, many changes in my life of late. Some good, many not so good. But I am learning to grow. I am learning to heal. I am learning to persevere
Which, while I was not planning to write anything for this, a recent development in my life kind of forced me to write this short little poem out of desperation. Forgive me if it is not up to the quality I usually write in, I haven't written in quite a long time (I've been expressing my emotions through art and painting <3). Still, I wrote this in a moment of vulnerability and desperation. It's been a rough start to my year, but I think time heals all wounds.
To those still reading and picking up my stories from so long ago, I thank you. Thank you for your continued support, for your love, and for your kindest words. It means the world to me, genuinely. I wish I could see all your faces and thank you all individually, but for now, this will do.
And if any of you are experiencing similar feelings, you are never alone. Surround yourself with those who'll cherish and love you forever, and know that you'll heal. (Those who love the wrong person deeply will be able to love the right person so much better.)
Again, thank you for your support. I will try to write more, but if I cannot, I still check the app from time to time, and I'd love to communicate with all of you. For now, enjoy what I can spare out of my dried up little writer's brain.
