axlmntgmry

[axlmntgmry]

the archetypes

king,

warrior,

magician,

lover,

second guessing's never over.

king, warrior, magician, lover,

through my drunken and my sober.

king, warrior, magician, lover,

second guessing's never over!

king,

warrior,

magician,

lover,

an empty life, a humming loner.

...

i'm a king without a kingdom,

a warrior who's fallen victim,

a magician with no tricks,

a lover longing for a kiss.

all the potential that i waste,

wasted drunk, i want to taste—

i want to know what pride feels like

quit picking roles i play then hide.

i wanna shine just like the sun,

i just want to become someone...

( ǝ u o ʎ u ɐ )

...

am i just a wannabe?

am i just a trier?

the longer that i think of it,

the more i'm feeling like a liar.

why am i ashamed to face

the fact the i feel out of place?

i just keep on trying harder

embarrassed to be called a trier.

...

who am i when the day starts over?

a king, a warrior, a magician or a lover?

[axlmntgmry]

artificial bloom

loving you felt like...

well, it felt like watering a beautiful bouquet

of red roses.

doing that daily, for years—

with gentle care,

running my hands through your hair,

kissing you good morning, good night,

shutting down my inner storm

whenever you'd pick a fight.

i've been watering that damn bouquet

for so many years,

with fresh cold water,

with my blood,

my sweat,

my tears—

only to find out

the flowers were artificial,

and your "true love" was superficial.

for years,

i've been watering

a beautiful bouquet

of red roses.

i didn't even notice—

they were made out of plastic.

but now it makes sense,

'cause if they were not fake,

then how else

were they able to survive for years?

[axlmntgmry]

𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 & ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠?

♡♡♡

[axlmntgmry]

[axlmntgmry]

A fly flies into

black widow's home - sticky webs.

Bite, wrap, eat, digest.

[axlmntgmry]

[axlmntgmry]

Red-orange skies painted across L.A.'s skyline,

Over the hills, a glimpse of the Hollywood sign.

City's gleaming arteries light up, they intertwine,

Burbank, Pasadena, down to Sunset & Vine.

[axlmntgmry]

Next time when you'll ask me if I'm fine,

I'll just let the dark circles under my eyes

reply.

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[axlmntgmry]

Later on, my head hanging over the toilet bowl,

As stomac acid is coming right out of my soul.

Exhausted body, every night, falling apart,

But that's hard to see, when you're looking from afar.

[axlmntgmry]

Blue pulsating veins,

lightning bolts stuck on my arms,

my tired body sweats.

[axlmntgmry]

𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 

𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.   

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𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,

𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎,

𝙸𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎.

[axlmntgmry]

𝙸  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎, 

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎-  

𝙸  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛, 

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚊  𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎.    

Read the entire poem here ⬇️

[axlmntgmry]

𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚡 - 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍,

𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

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[axlmntgmry]

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜.

𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜.

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[axlmntgmry]

…𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝙸  𝚌𝚛𝚢  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗, 

𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔  𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎…

[axlmntgmry]

…𝚆𝚎  𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑  𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 

𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛…

Read the full poem here ⬇️