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Berserkir
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2019
- Location
- Ginnungagap
I am torn between posting this poetry between here and art since it could be either, but I think I'll put it in here in case I want to add more later. This one is tentatively titled "Emotional Eloquence".
Misery: Mired within the mind and marking my mental state with the myriad misanthropic missives of melancholy.
Strife: Struggling to strive, I surrender my strength to the sordid, strange, and sullying strangulation of my spirituality.
Grief: Goading the gloom and granting its gift of grand despair; it calls within the gloaming forsakenness of good memories now gone.
Loss: Learning to live with the lessons of lurid lacerations which leave me listless and lure leagues from my lexicon.
Solitude: Sequestered away seeking solace from silence as serenity slips by silently, stealing smiles and spirit simultaneously.
Hope: Harken the heady happiness which hints at harmony; heed its hortatory hullabaloo else be hindered by hypocrisy.
Love: Linking lines of like-hearted and liable individuals who lean carelessly to listen for the lovely elements of the lullaby.
Acceptance: After all, the ambuscade of animosity leaves me ambling and rambling afore I acquire a modicum of apathy.
Misery: Mired within the mind and marking my mental state with the myriad misanthropic missives of melancholy.
Strife: Struggling to strive, I surrender my strength to the sordid, strange, and sullying strangulation of my spirituality.
Grief: Goading the gloom and granting its gift of grand despair; it calls within the gloaming forsakenness of good memories now gone.
Loss: Learning to live with the lessons of lurid lacerations which leave me listless and lure leagues from my lexicon.
Solitude: Sequestered away seeking solace from silence as serenity slips by silently, stealing smiles and spirit simultaneously.
Hope: Harken the heady happiness which hints at harmony; heed its hortatory hullabaloo else be hindered by hypocrisy.
Love: Linking lines of like-hearted and liable individuals who lean carelessly to listen for the lovely elements of the lullaby.
Acceptance: After all, the ambuscade of animosity leaves me ambling and rambling afore I acquire a modicum of apathy.