Remember you must die,
No matter how hard you try
You must swallow your pride
And simply enjoy your life.
Remember you must live,
In spite of your imminent death
The Soul has not left the body yet
So celebrate every day before death.
- Maya Desdemona
Rat Race
This rat race that
We are trapped in,
Feels inescapable,
Immutable.
"Remember the bright side!"
Nameless, faceless voices chant when shoving
Their positivity down your throat,
Restricting.
"Is this marketable?" seems to be
The only question all art is asked,
Stifling soul and creativity,
Conforming.
This rat race that we
Live our lives in,
Is all that we will know,
Forever.
– Arsh
Mortality
Frail mortality, you have
Failed in your self-proclaimed journey,
Chasing immortality.
Enduring mortality, yet you
Continue to persist on your relentless quest,
Afraid of dying.
Fleeting mortality, though you are
Ephemeral, you are incandescent,
In your brief time,
Showing your resilience.
– Arsh
Omnipresent Burdens
In every breath I take,
I only fill my emptiness
With air
For a brief while.
A longer release from this nameless burden that sits over me,
Would really be appreciated, you see?
I cannot breathe in for too long,
The weight returns with a spiking pain,
As painful as a somber memory...
Without name and cause,
This burden rests above my chest,
Yet from there it will not budge,
And I must be an Atlas, holding up the sky.
But wherefore does this weary weight come from,
It weighs heavy on the worn soul,
And when one knows not its cause,
It resembles a mystery to unfold.
My life is good and my worries are few,
Yet this immaterial intangible weight
Still constantly rests on my soul.
Are there others in this world
With so queer a tale to tell?
So I ask, dear readers,
So you feel such impending dread?
– Maya Desdemona
Nocturne
Sweet Nocturne,
She needs not the light of day,
Nor the labours that do not pay,
For with her she has numerous nebulae,
That keep her at bay.
She is oft mistaken with coldness and death,
But in her darkness one finds a hearth,
A truly limitless rebirth,
Yet one that blazes with solace.
It needs no light
And does not burn too bright,
So as to hurt your eyes
And feed you with all-encompassing lies.
For sweet Nocturne is Wicked
Man’s veil,
Though the many layers of her beauty
Enclose many in pain,
Those lost souls always searching for their way
Will always find themselves in that dark haze.
– Maya Desdemona, Arsh.
Wistful Musings: Part One
Time truly flies
When it is nothing you are beside.
For oft it is something we are inside,
And naught we are presently outside.
Yet that peace found only on Death’s side
Is only found as one dies.
– Maya Desdemona
Storms
The swift torrents of rain
Crashed and roared in pain,
While the staggering tides did sway
And the torturous currents did run away.
Th'heavenly faucet that day did break,
While in this glorious spectacle my eyes did partake.
– Maya Desdemona
After The Words Are Exchanged
I have been cruel.
I don't know if it was necessary.
I don't know if it was deserved.
All I know is that I have been cruel.
Why was it so?
Do I even regret it?
Have I truly stooped so low in this life?
The thought plagues me.
I know not what I have done,
But the thorns around my heart
Constrict with knowing silence.
They were merely words,
Having no effect on the receiver.
But I must live
Knowing I have been cruel.
– Maya Desdemona
A Prompt For Anyone Interested:
Such a hideous creation could only be eradicated by its creator.
Or so they thought.
Perhaps the fact that the creator was deranged enough to create such a thing was warning enough.
A Casualty
Across the pond filled with reeds,
The lone soldier's tall figure heaves.
Weary of his deeds,
He is now one with the weeds.
One can only hope that he finds peace,
And that his soul is now at ease.
– Maya Desdemona
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