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
Perfectionism
Perfection in my veins,
Or is it in my brain?
The minutiae leave me guessing,
On the words that I've been using.
Leaving over and over again,
Will this time be for my gain?
Keeping track of all these little oddities
Wreaks havoc on my little moralities.
– Arsh
Fated?
It might have been fate,
But darling,
You have always delighted
In dashing
Everyone's expectations anyways.
– Arsh
The Orator’s Pride
Stallling for yet more attention,
I think that this thirst
Of mine is unquenchable.
Speeding through for applause,
I feel my hunger for
Approval grow evermore.
– Arsh
Belief
When you believe me,
I don’t know if
You understand, but
You have done the one thing
No one has ever done for me.
You place your trust in me,
And I feel this feeling of
Contentment, and
I don’t know what I have done
To deserve this.
To deserve you.
– Arsh
The Last of Survival
Treading through the
Rubble of a ruined
World, Our wicked ways
Ran us to our ruin.
Trouble comes to,
And our aspirations,
Like all our laws,
Come down crashing.
– Arsh
Spoiled
Spoiling a nice candle,
A new book, some saved food.
Everything is spoiled once
It has been used.
The book has rotted,
The food has spoiled,
The candle, destroyed,
Waiting did no favours anyway.
Usage is spoilage,
But so is enjoying life.
There is no 'perfect day',
Enjoy your life.
– Arsh
Untitled Misery
A girl,
In misery lives,
And yet she lives not,
No, for she only survives.
A girl.
– Arsh
But
We could have been so much,
But you chose to throw that all away.
Could have ruled the world,
But that was too large for you.
Would have been happier,
But you fell for their lies.
Would have been friends forever,
But you threw that all away.
– Arsh
The Curse
Multiple generations this curse has devoured,
Leaving naught but ruin in its wake.
The brave soldiers of old roused,
Yet failing to sate its appetite.
The latest group of brave volunteers,
Leave, off to perilous lands.
None will return, yet again,
This batch of willing sacrifices.
– Arsh
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