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  • fr0stic 1w

    Along seashore,
    Were footprints,
    Once hewn in sand.

    Along seashore,
    Were castles,
    Once in demand.

    Along seashore,
    Two universes,
    Were hand in hand.

    Along seashore,
    Was a love,
    This world tried,
    To reprimand.

  • fr0stic 2w

    It was then,
    I looked onto all the Earth,
    And lo',
    I saw that charm paraded
    The vast.
    I saw the fleeting beauty
    Of ocean eyes,
    And radiant smiles,
    Wandering mortality.
    It was then,
    I pondered,
    My reason for love.
    For I finally acknowledged,
    That charm is a thief,
    In the palms of many.
    That theft often occurs,
    In the scorch of sun.
    That beauty can cost me,
    An eternity.

    So I adored the Lord,
    And His creation.
    But my fear for Him,
    Shattered the roofs.
    Lest I be apprehended,
    By colourful eyes,
    Hypnotic gestures,
    And the seductress,
    Whose end leads to dark roses.

  • fr0stic 3w

    That's the thing with wanderers.
    They rarely choose
    A destination.

  • fr0stic 3w

    There's art in the way
    Flowers wilt.
    There's heart in the way
    Leaves dwindle.

  • fr0stic 3w

    I feel afar
    From moon.
    I feel stuck
    In a dying noonday,
    Seeking desperately,
    A non-existent horizon.

  • fr0stic 3w

    Some hours,
    I eat joy,
    For food.

  • fr0stic 3w

    I want to know
    What it means,
    To live.
    To breathe.
    To be alive.
    I want to fly.

  • fr0stic 3w

    There's treasure in my veins.

  • fr0stic 3w


    She lived.
    Far more in that instance.
    That eternity,
    As she darted
    Head first
    From rooftop.
    Than she ever did,
    Her other twenty blue moons,
    Of despair.

    It's all she longed and didn't.
    To be free.
    Like autumn leaf,
    Or fog wandering the vast.
    She yearned to feel something.
    Even if it was gravity,
    Pulling her to the after life.

  • fr0stic 3w

    But who fed
    Black swans,

    Who tossed pearls,
    In the hands,
    Of the hopeless?

    Was it not You?
    Was it not?
    Dear Father?

    Who am I
    That I even
    Call Your name?

    Who am I
    That I taste
    Your wine?
    Your eternal peace?

    Who am I Lord?
    Who am I?