Light Less Life

Display the perfection of your beauty.

Hiding the flaws and the issues that it brings.

For the masquerade is a ball,
and life it's dance floor.

The beauty that you have,
is the tool for seduction.

Past it - there is nothing to take in.

Just dark roads,
and light less life.

- Ruptes


Published on Lucy’s Work on 08/11/20
https://lucysworks.com/2020/08/11/light-less-life-by-ruptes/

Never Felt

I’ve never feared missing something.

Or someone so much until.

I felt that I lost them.

Finite

There in the clouds and in the sky you can see that,
Everything here is finite.

The clouds move and never stay stagnant,
They must go.

The sky brightens at the start of the day,
Then it darkens at the end of the day.

Everything is finite,
From the most mundane to the most important.

Toast To My Mind

Toasting to the mind that I have, 
It only knows how to cause me panic,
Anxiety, and pain.
Toasting to the death you are giving me,
Not the great job you do.

Impossible To Know

There is no way that any one can know 
If I cry - is it always sadness?
Inpossible to know.
I say. I am always happy.
These tears scream JOY, even if it comes out in pain.

Today

There is - No way!
This is destined to be this way.
To look at it differently is to lose reality.
For this is what’s already here.
And thinking of what it was or could be.
Is a thought on the mind of a person with fear.
Take it for the solidness that it holds.
For your thoughts are hallow wishing to be known.
And only you will feed it your time.
Who knows them, but you.
This is what it’s supposed to be.
Deal with this first and never what you wanted it to be.
Nothing stands still and ever so slightly everything moves.

Tough Fight

Hair super messy. 
As if the wind has been waving.
Though she’s in the room - not outside.
She’s panting with exhaustion.
Definitely, she’s been working hard.
She’s disoriented.
She’s definitely excited.
Though happiness doesn’t seem to be it.
There’s something.
The wind is not there for the hair.
The air is not there for the hugs.
The panting is not from sitting.
She’s been fighting.
Against the suctions of my mind.
Trying to bring me back.

-Ruptes

Many A Ways

There are many a ways 
To get somewhere
But the somewhere
Is always the same.

Yellow Light

The sun so bright.
Yet the darkness is so deep.
There is no shine.
Everything is a dark pit.
Drowning out all light.
Even though the sun is so bright.
A yellow dot in a dark sky.
There is really no light.
The darkness outshines the light.

Drowning

I need to know.

What it feels like?

What it is that I feel like?

What it is that you make me feel like?

What it is that the situations make me feel like?

What drowning feels like?

Wanting to scream and water fills your lungs.

Wanting to cry but the water washes the tears away.

Wanting to express something in anyway.

But the water, and the drowning only allows for panics.

It doesn’t express any other emotions.

Drowning is the equivalent of my anxiety.

For I will drown and die first before I can express where my mind and emotions are.

And you will only see my panic.

You Fool

To the me that still worries,
Die already!
There is no need for the pressure,
Or the self inflicted pain.
The only person feeling it is you –
You fool.

– Ruptes

Published at The Poetry Bar on 05/25/2020

https://lunatheblog.com/2020/05/25/you-fool/

Mourn Yourself

Cry all the rivers that flow within you.
Let it all out.
Fill the dried river with all your tears.