Obsidian Words

Joined May 2021

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Echo of Life
Somehow this hush has Integrated itself in the space between my Lungs—a place where there used to be an Echo of life, for you.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Shh
Slipping Into Listless Existence No Cadence Endures
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
I AM
I A M N O L O N G E R … And in my place is Something Though I am not sure that it is S.T.R.O.N.G.E.R. Just that it is
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
I Am Weary
I am weary; Of the words that stain pages With tear-splattered ink As we go through the phases Of teetering the brink.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
The Journal Of A Dead Man
Fortitude is the feast in famine, oil on water where ridicule is syringed between. Suffocate in the sacrilegious just to feel sane. Sin is only a drapery the cleanly use to delineate themselves from reality, and in turn, struggle.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Mine Own Darkness
Do you seek in me a respite, from those demons in your mind? Do you witness mine own darkness And pray to blend those shades in kind?
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Paper and Strings
I thought we were made of stronger stuff Spiderweb strands or folded steel But when we were tested by All manner of hard things
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
I'm Sitting In The Fire. Runner-Up in The Last Flame Challenge.
I'm sitting in the fire But the cold, it sits inside My very bones the brittle homes For the things I like to hide
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Temptations and Torment
I'm obsessed with assiduity like a moth is drawn to flame in a place where flint and steel have become somewhat estranged.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Suffer Me
Suffer me, for it is all I know But understand that I too Will suffer all that you are In the way that the unclean Suffer the Rain.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Shattered
Loneliness is an sickness suffered By those taught not to love themselves That the grace of another Is the only format
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Even Time Will End Someday
There was a point when we thought this love Would withstand the trial of time. Star struck gazes colliding, Until the sun came up
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets