Are you a burnt little matchstick?
Struck against scraping sandpaper
Till you shine bright enough to be a star,
But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.
Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,
Now showing no more potential nor promise,
You are thrown away by the world,
Tossed in a pile without a thought,
The light you brought, they forgot,
So they have simply left you to rot.
-Maya Desdemona
I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:
"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."
For as I stare out my window,
Glancing at heaven above and ground below,
I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,
And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.
On this day
A great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,
Far too early, sooner than one would anticipate,
And simply...
That.
That spirit has left this Earth, and left us mortals in its wake
As fleeting as the picture captured
With these gifts called memories.
-Desdemona
Sweet lilium,
Thy ghostly pallor paired with thine emerald stem,
Reaching for golden sunlight to bask thy head,
Symbol of rebirth, and of death.
At the feet of the Madonna thou art placed,
Purity of the soul returned to Heaven’s embrace,
Flush with life, forever in graceful sway,
Sweet lilium, now in decay.
– Maya Desdemona
The delicate peace promised to us by the leaders of the world hangs on a balance that tilts steadily towards the rough, violent arms of war. The modern day and age, the one that promised this peace and progress, has seemingly forgotten the many suffering souls around the world, still oppressed, still denied their basic human rights. It is our duty, as citizens of our respective countries, and as individuals living in this world, to brighten this world for all those in it, to leave it a better place than when we entered it, and above all, to seek justice and recompense for those wronged by the powerful voices of this world.
– Maya Desdemona
For what can Man do,
Except follow its predecessors today?
Regardless of the path,
It all ends with the grave.
Till the heart ceases to beat
And the hand ceases to move,
Till the corpse has no heat
And the mind achieves no feat.
Yet even beyond the grave
All men are remembered in some way
And it is through their ideas,
Legendary and brave.
We know not their life,
We know not their strife,
At times, we know not even their name.
But we know what they did.
A legacy remains.
It will only follow,
Through sickness and health,
Through poverty and death
In hopes that it can even live to compare
To the might of those who left it behind.
– Maya Desdemona
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
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
Just realising that you have been gashed will not erase the Scar that is bound to form. The most you can do is tend to that Wound and ensure it Never opens again.
– Maya Desdemona
What gives an entity humanity?
It cannot be love,
For some humans don't feel it,
Though they are as human as everyone else.
What gives someone humanity?
It cannot be empathy,
For some people don't feel it,
Though they are as human as everyone else.
What gives someone
The right to decide another's humanity?
For humanity is an oft debated subject,
That no one knows the answer to.
Our humanity doesn't define us,
As we can't define our humanity.
So what makes us any different
From non-human entities?
– Arsh
In this ballroom,
They are bride and groom.
But it truly seems,
That this arrangement attracts doom.
For they are but puppets,
Forced to dance on a never-ending stage,
So they play their parts to perfection,
Praying that someday,
Things will change.
For whom are you putting on this act?
To which great masquerade artist
Are you trying to prove yourself?
– Maya Desdemona
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