"Was"
is one of the worst words
in this torn mess of a language
where even the best words are blades
forged from sharp tongues
with their intentions to hurt,
to scar,
to bleed.
I was once told that time
no matter if it's seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days,
weeks,
months,
years,
will always keep moving
and no one
will ever be strong enough to stop it
and the one person who told me that
was myself.
Now,
everything continues
we live in our present
imagine our futures
and think of the past
about what our "was" truly is,
about all of the gold and the pain
that we've loved and suffered
those we've cherish and hurt
but some of us,
we view things in different ways,
unable to see past the blood on the walls
hiding the beauty
by a single drop
one drop of blood
was all it ever took
because all we can see is the pain
all of the memories of what "was".
And the weight it carries
can't be held by words
like "was"
because
it's all feeling
which is why
it's all been in your head
which is what you've thought
as the blood washes down the walls
drips onto the floor
and soaks your feet.
It rises
one thought
brings another
and the blood passes
your ankles
your knees
your waist
and your chest as you
lift your body
and float along it
because you can't sink
for you'd never wish to drown in blood
any more than in water.
Floating,
we know
that I can look past it all
and rise like before
because this is what once "was"
and you can't fall
not before rising again
and look back to what once "was"
and think about
how there was no
future,
but why can't we
why can't we make it worse
because the past doesn't grow
unless you live it in the present
so we can fall for a while
because what good are golden walls
without a splash of blood?
It's past 2am currently. All you need to know is this was uploaded to PokéBeach due to the site being very relevant to this piece of writing. This had no prior thought but was written just off of emotions and the thoughts that have been influencing me lately.
Feedback is appreciated and I'd be willing to engage in discussion.
is one of the worst words
in this torn mess of a language
where even the best words are blades
forged from sharp tongues
with their intentions to hurt,
to scar,
to bleed.
I was once told that time
no matter if it's seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days,
weeks,
months,
years,
will always keep moving
and no one
will ever be strong enough to stop it
and the one person who told me that
was myself.
Now,
everything continues
we live in our present
imagine our futures
and think of the past
about what our "was" truly is,
about all of the gold and the pain
that we've loved and suffered
those we've cherish and hurt
but some of us,
we view things in different ways,
unable to see past the blood on the walls
hiding the beauty
by a single drop
one drop of blood
was all it ever took
because all we can see is the pain
all of the memories of what "was".
And the weight it carries
can't be held by words
like "was"
because
it's all feeling
which is why
it's all been in your head
which is what you've thought
as the blood washes down the walls
drips onto the floor
and soaks your feet.
It rises
one thought
brings another
and the blood passes
your ankles
your knees
your waist
and your chest as you
lift your body
and float along it
because you can't sink
for you'd never wish to drown in blood
any more than in water.
Floating,
we know
that I can look past it all
and rise like before
because this is what once "was"
and you can't fall
not before rising again
and look back to what once "was"
and think about
how there was no
future,
but why can't we
why can't we make it worse
because the past doesn't grow
unless you live it in the present
so we can fall for a while
because what good are golden walls
without a splash of blood?
It's past 2am currently. All you need to know is this was uploaded to PokéBeach due to the site being very relevant to this piece of writing. This had no prior thought but was written just off of emotions and the thoughts that have been influencing me lately.
Feedback is appreciated and I'd be willing to engage in discussion.