alexi_silver

Some days, words are the only thing keeping me alive.

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  • alexi_silver 1d

    Poetry isn't calm and beautiful,
    It isn't shy or small,
    It isn't romantic or peaceful,

    Poetry is a hurricane in a bottle,
    Bold and loud and ugly,

    The scars that line our soul,
    The love that forces some to die,
    The pain in our eyes,
    The fears of darkness and loneliness,
    The insanity of thought and freedom,
    The tangibility of hate and hope and bravery,
    The tenacity of grief and happiness,
    It is both the rose that glints vermillion,
    And the thorn that twines around,
    It is in the sharpest of swords,
    And in the sleekness of an arrow,
    It is in the sweetness of a nightingale,
    And the harshness of a raven,
    From the gentlest of zephyr,
    To the mightiest of storms,
    From the sands of the deepest ocean,
    To the sheer mountains that rise above clouds,
    From the light that warms,
    To the cold of the darkness,
    It is in the stars and the sun and the moon,
    It is in our palms and in our eyes,
    In our fists and our tongues,
    Inside a book or on a stone,

    Poetry is time and history and a prophecy for our times to come,
    It bleeds in our revolutions,
    And flies with our flags,
    It lays silent in our constitutions,
    But shouts out loud in an anthem,
    It is both our legacy and our inheritance,

    But all of this it may be,
    Poetry is never silent,
    It is never obedient or timid,

    Poetry that doesn't worm its way into our beings,
    That doesn't force you to slow down and think,
    That isn't brave enough to speak,
    Is no poetry at all.
    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 2w

    A dreamy part of me,
    Wants to say,
    That a rose is perfect to embody me,
    Layered and dark and scented and thorned,
    But I'm also a terrible realist,
    And roses have always belonged to the prim and perfect,
    And I am neither,
    I am a lighthouse built by the ocean,
    Walls and walls layered simply to protect from the sun and the waves,
    And as most lighthouses go,
    Lonely and crumbling in the dark,
    But beneath the layers of indifference and anxiety and grief and bravado,
    There is a light hidden inside,
    For the ones who cannot see where the ocean ends,
    And that is who I am,

    Under a sky laden with fury,
    And a sea trembling with power,
    The lighthouse stands sentry,
    For the lost and the drowning,
    And for that light to shine through,
    Is all I pray for,
    Despite the dilapidated walls surrounding her.

    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 3w

    #words # alone

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    Sometimes I feel unbearably alone in this vast world of ours,
    When the sky seems too heavy to look up,
    When the notes of the cosmos clash in cacophony in my head,
    When the colours of the grass and flowers leech out mine,
    When every star feels harsh and unforgiving,
    When kindness is sparse and hate is acidic,
    I feel like I'm floating in a universe that doesn't want me to exist,

    So when the world I was born in rejects me,
    I flee into the world of words,
    Where it feels a bit like acceptance,
    And the loneliness fades a bit,

    But in the end,
    What does that say about me?
    That I feel less alone in a world that doesn't truly exist,
    That I'm destined to rue reality,
    For the shelter of a fantasy.

    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 4w

    Build your golden church,
    Paint it in hues of the richest colours,
    Build it so fine,
    That God stays far away from it,
    That all it will ever be is a golden mockery.

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  • alexi_silver 5w

    If you sank without a sound,
    Silent and smiling till the end,
    Would anyone even see the reaper standing so close?
    Would anyone dare to poke at the glass smile?

    If you sank without a sound,
    Silent and smiling till the end,
    Would anyone care?

    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 6w

    I vowed to never sink beneath the waves,
    To hold my head up high,
    To never let the resentment building in my lungs out,
    To never drown without atleast trying to swim, and,
    My vows drifted apart like the sea,

    Keep swimming,
    They said,
    Keep walking,
    They said,
    But seemingly in the span of a blink of an eye,
    The words are melting away into the shadows I fear,
    And they're caged around my ankles and wrists,
    With empty words and smiles tattooed on those manacles,

    Keep swimming,
    They said,
    Little do those words mean,
    To the those tied down by the world.

    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 6w

    Oh but darling,
    Whoever whispered to you,
    That you need shimmering perfect wings to fly,
    Hasn't seen a tiny dandelion soar across the skies.

    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 6w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short tale on Landscape

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    Landscapes rarely stay.

  • alexi_silver 6w

    Maybe flaws aren't so bad,
    Maybe we're still worth something despite our failings,
    After all both the pearl and the lotus began their stories with dirt.

    ©alexi_silver

  • alexi_silver 6w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 8 word short tale on Journey

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    Any journey with you,
    Would be a pleasure.