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The Voided Lovers
The voided lovers Must never be seen. They cannot dance in the light of day, And the moon will not grace them with her gleam.
They may only embrace on the darkest of nights, They may only whisper sweet nothings in a crowd. They may only stroll hand in hand through forgotten streets, Where not even the lamplights dare to look down.
They will never feel the warmth on their lover’s skin, Only the cold acidity the wind provides. Yet embrace they do— Through the dark and glacial nights.
They make cathedrals of alleyways, Temples of whispered breath. Where every glance is sacred, And every touch defies death.
They are sunless, Moonless, Rid of light— Yet their love is never tuneless.
Their love is their dance, Their love is their light, Their love is the warmth On the cold winter’s night.
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Old English Version:
The voided lovers, cursed by fate, Must dwell in shadows, lone and late. They dare not dance 'neath sunlit skies, Nor bask where moonlight softly lies.
Their trysts are veiled in sable gloom, Their voices hushed, as though a tomb Had sealed their vows in silence deep— Where not e'en gaslight dares to creep.
The world, austere and cruelly drawn, Would scorn the touch their hands have known. So chill the wind, so sharp the air— Yet still they linger, pale and bare.
They fashion cathedrals from alleyways, Altars of breath, in spectral haze. Each glance a hymn, each touch defied The death that stalks where love must hide.
They are sunless, Moonless, Forsaken by flame— Yet hearts unlit bear passion's name.
Their love is their lantern, Their solace, their plight, Their warmth in the shivering Grasp of the night.
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This is a poem I wrote while bored and thinking of some of my friends from my DR's and OC's
I've been really getting into rewriting my poetry into old English because I think it makes it more romantic and melancholic
Let me know your thoughts on it!
The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.
Lie
the process of my baby boy
the light comes from the people on train pov
When will you realize that you and I belong together
We may be toxic for one another but living another day with you is painful
The pain eats me away day by day
The moons calls to me at night, reflecting all our memories
The frosty cold night breeze prickles through my skin, reminding me of our romantic walks by the park and how you kissed me breathlessly as if I was your oxygen
Whispering winds
In winds that whisper through the night,
Your giggles echo, pure and light.
A gentle tune, a soothing art,
like medicine for my weary heart.
by Weltenasche.
Where angels wade
Through lips like art, I found my thirst,
in tearful eyes, the pain immersed.
Your hair, once soft, began to fade,
may fears dissolve where angels wade.
by Weltenasche.
Flower
Deep into the dark of night
a single seed was cast to earth;
buried with no star in sight
hoping for a loving birth.
And a flower was to rise
from the dusty ground it grew;
could I really trust my eyes
when all I saw in it was you?
And I watered it with tears
and given it your name;
still it wilted in its fears
was I the one to blame?
by Weltenasche.
Regen
Schon als Kind war ich fasziniert vom Regen.
Die kühlenden Tropfen auf meiner Haut;
die einzigartige Stille,
mir so vertraut;
der schwarze Teppich,
aus unzähligen Wolken gebaut;
endlose Stunden habe ich in den Himmel geschaut.
by Weltenasche.
I'm not accustomed to happiness, I wouldn't know how to deal with it.
Rather, I crave a bearable melancholy. Not the kind that is soul-crushing, but the kind that slices like a fine paper cut on your wrists. It stays tucked away in a corner of your heart, quiet and patient. Like a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings in solitude.
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The rope is already hanging
The noose is tightening
One final breath
Eyes stare dimly into the distance.
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"Airiina"
She is like an open book with no words. So empty, yet still full—almost overflowing...
with sorrow... regret...
and a faint joy, tainted by the hope for happiness.
Like an empty fairy tale with neither a beginning nor an end.
In the misty breath of autumn’s gloom,
Stone crosses stand as guardians of time,
Whispering prayers in a tongue of doom,
Where leaves still dance in silence sublime.
The quiet hangs heavy, a mourning song,
Voices of past in the trees concealed.
The earth beats softly, where memories throng,
And shadows of hope in the fog are revealed.
I am nothing without my tea
That's the only thing that makes me get up in the morning
I don't want to wake up if I don't have my tea
If tea didn't exist, I wouldn't exist either
When you slam the door, your eyes glimmer…
Glimmer with tears, and I lose myself in their haunting beauty…
The echo of the slam sends my thoughts spiraling, while silence slowly drowns my entire universe…
The radiance of your tears has left me blind…
So blind that I can no longer face you…
All I see is darkness, the profound shadow cast by your tears
My friends...
Dear friends...
Little shadows hidden in the dark,
A whisper that echoes softly in my mind
Oh, my love…
My dearest love…
My love fades, and I fade with it, lost in shadows of thought, in the silence of dreams…
We are still waiting for you
Where stories rest but memories never fade
When I was there, I felt something
I felt alive
I will met you at the cemetery
I have my finger on the trigger,
Nothing will slip by me anymore.
Breath cut short,
Pain and fear fill me completely.
Movements have ceased to exist,
Stains spread everywhere.
And the red cries out silently for help,
Burning with sorrow, we slowly fade away.
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ʚɞ Film and TV: diary of a teenage girl, the black swan, euphoria, the virgin suicides, pulp fiction, watching the detectives, pll, tvd, american psycho, my big fat greek wedding (1&2), cmbyn, esotsm, criminal minds, ahs, scream queens, priscilla, mota, baby, the devil wears prada, gone girl, htlagi10d, 10tihay, lady bird, the bling ring, the pale blue eye, corpse bride, little women, sisterhood of the traveling pants.
ʚɞ Songs: lana’s discography, come as you are, smells like teen spirit, devil’s advocate, chanel, heartbeat, angels, sexy to someone, peso, there is a light that never goes out, +80s music
ʚɞ Artists: lana del rey, dominic fike, the smiths, nirvana, asap rocky, frank ocean, clairo, beabadoobee, laufey, arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, cigs after sex, elvis presley, dean martin, tv girl
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Golden gates, American Dreams
♱
My savior walks on waves, in which I drown.
I can’t help but believe god doesn’t know me.
When the time comes,
And I stand before him,
on the golden ground He tread,
I will be cast into the great black gates of hell.
forever will I worship the idols who blinded me.
Lana, Marylin, Priscilla—
the women who shaped my valleys,
but were my sin.
I cannot let go, for the American dream caves within me
My savior walks on the universe, where I suffocate.
When Lilac, peaches, and cigarette smoke are the only scent I know.
When The great yellow city lights, and the Las Vegas casinos’ neon hum are the only places I can recall.
My soul captivated in the underground, calling for the men I idolize:
Elvis, Slash, Jef,
The men who provoke my lust, utterly corrupt beyond salvation.
But I cannot unfold my hands from temptation,
Clenched tight, drowning,
Still craving the whispers of the idols I worship.
♱
Spiderweb clouds against the moonless sky.