Eastern Twelve

Joined April 2023

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MY SUN
It's late morning and the sun and I are out Playing our role in ensuring its day I close my eyes to hear my music better
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
EARTH'S OLDEST
Earth's oldest Whom I seek for guidance They say you’re a calm breeze But my walls are breaking in your presence They called you a light, soothing, pour But every harsh drop is drowning me Likened to a clear summer sky Then why are my thoughts so clouded Like the kiss from the morning sun? Then why does it burn! I tried to understand But all I did was over seat… In you they found sanity In you I got trapped in sanity And now…I might be insane I tried to roll out But it seems my tires are stuck Aaah!…Who I’m I kidding Its hard to roll away When you are the way.
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
MANMADE ART
The addiction to escape The feeling of fresh air filling your lungs after outrunning reality The bliss of satisfaction invoked through fiction
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
The Mistake
She sat right next to me Her breath shallow, She faded out of reality Embracing the feeling of shame The 'never again' now an endless echo
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
DO I?
Do I see myself take the fall, even when I know it's going to hurt? Do I embrace a darkness I cannot see in? Do I clean my wounds with tears even though it stings?
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
Self Affirmation or Self Destruction
When it comes to the art of consolation, the human race takes the trophy home. Our ability to find a reason to justify some of our pathetic habits is quite refined. I'll jump right into it.
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
Bullets of art
-Art is a delicate entity. One simply doesn't wake up and come up with the best art. -Art is not a habit or a routine one can conform to.Art is simply art. Nothing satisfyingly defines it better.
By Eastern Twelve2 years ago in Poets
BURIED SUBMERGED...
Buried, Submerged... Convinced we have to be different Convinced that beauty has to be unique We build a form entirely hollow
By Eastern Twelve3 years ago in Poets
SHE LEFT
You say I left in the darkest of night But yet again you read me wrong Misunderstanding my every verb Misinterpreting my every adjective
By Eastern Twelve3 years ago in Poets
IN SLUMBER
Is it just deja vu Or I'm I just a creature of habit I'm I cursed to always give Forever falling ,never fallen for Is all I think and want simply for slumber?
By Eastern Twelve3 years ago in Poets
Better
I left good in search of better The better I believed I deserved! I left better in search for the best The best I could get!
By Eastern Twelve3 years ago in Poets
Passing Ship
I perceive life as a sea and I as a ship sailing through both charted and uncharted waters. When it comes to passing ships, I have a few I will never forget, several I wish to lock away in a chest and lose in the sea, many that I would probably not recognize if I happened to encounter again but one that has grown on me. One small ship that has become something inked in my heart and soul.
By Eastern Twelve3 years ago in Journal