thewandereroftheworlds

smite me down

a gentle reminder to my being that you have made it this far you have been broken, bruised, and bled but you are not dead, not by you or anything else you will persevere, you will survive to the next day, next week, next month, next year it will take god to kill you, bitch

fragile heart

i love you i love you in the sunset when i can’t hide my smile i love you i love you in the storm, when we are confined to small spaces i love you i love you when we wander in the wild, finally free i love you

instagram prophet

i see doom on the horizon for me, for you, for everyone our fathers’ sins will bring consequence and our sins, they do not wait to consume us

i am broken, full of lightning strikes and poisonous rose thorns

all are so much more beautiful than i thin and lithe tan and wide eyed just enough skin to tempt but enough coverage to gain impeccable and full of sunshine and delicate flowers i am none of those

old wounds take time

the first step to loving someone else is to love yourself

stars

we are all made of the same thing we are made of stars eons ago we were all were roaring with power some of us we all encompassing, glowing blue with such a heat we amazed and glorified all, and we burned brighter than all but we burned out quick, exploding into the cosmos orContinue reading “stars”

living

i don’t want to force myself to live for other people for other people who do not understand me or don’t even care so don’t even say that i should live for my blood or live for my friends i want to live for me

worship

place a crown of iron thorns on my head adorn my fingers with rings of shimmering silver dress me in darkness, my armor and my beauty on one braid the threaded gold that grows from my skull into braids thicker than ropes, ropes of my victories worship me the way i deserve after all thatContinue reading “worship”

queen’s art

queen’s art the art of being made of stone unmeasurable elegance, sculpted for perfection emotionless, carved to rule and please within the stone waiting to to reign waiting for the old king who made her made of stone to fall away

lovers of war

lover you and i were meant for swords in our hands to crush the skulls of those who defied us to paint ourselves in colors of blood and onyx to conquer those and show them the light we were not meant to pretend that we ever cared