Do Not Follow Me, (not Anymore)

I am the sky,

The blues of the morning, happy and bright, untouched but lonely, no clouds in sight.

I am the earth,

Fertile and frolicking, wide and green, even as the wildflowers sing with the wind, and the blood that is pressed into the soil beneath me, with the wild sprouting in glee.

I am the wind,

Soundless and free, carefree and careless, as one would wish to be, singing praises into the ears of many, sad and lonely may they be, the wind may stay, not away, from any.

I am the sun,

Bright star against the sky, lambent and bent with joy, laughing with no sound, and warm but not scorched.

I am the sea,

Vast and infinite in the eyes of one person, endless beneath it's surface, and unknown is it's creatures that it is home to, all encompassing and steady, but the sea is never restrained.

I am the moon,

White with morals, but dark in surrounding, cold and gentle, wished to be unmoving, as the tides below sway to my command, as the people on the ground sleep with no sound.

I am the stars,

Bright dots of freckled light, scattered and uneven, but beautiful in every right, immovable but present, distant but not lost, away but not stolen.

And of all the things that I am,

I am love,

Ever present and unending, unconditional or otherwise, heartbreaking or fulfilling, I exist amongst them all, there are those who do not believe in me, but I believe in myself, and who is to stop me from believing me? For who am I, but my own identity of love?

It is cold resignation.

He can afford to be ignorant.

. . .

Two brothers despair upon damp grass, and the beating sun against the blue canvas, the older cradles the younger in his arms, who happens to look lifeless in his hold, such a sunny day for such a bloody sight, the world never did halt for them, not when they needed it to, not when they wanted it to. Crimson pools beneath their knees, and the older brother screams his voice hoarse, he sobs out "Please...please come back... I'msorryI'msorryI'msofuckingsorryI'MSORRY!"

No matter how loud he yells, his little brother wouldn't say a word, still limp in his destructive hands, still not the bright sun he was just moments before. The cost of his competitive nature has caught up to him twice, he prays to at least his mother that there will never be a thrice (and he throws in a fleeing wish that if his little kid brother doesn't make it, she would take care of him, she certainly could better than he could have ever done.)

It has forced him to pay the price, and the price came in the form of the second possible death he has caused, out of the very few deaths he has been the cause of, why only his right-hand men? Long overdue apologies fall on unhearing ears, he wishes he did not have the cowardice he had.

Now the sun has burnt out.

The Sun needs not the Moon

The Sun needs not the Moon,

For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,

How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?

For if the Sun needed the Moon,

How come it holds it's own,

How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?

But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,

And the Moon as the Sun,

If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,

And the Sun so bright he basks in it.

The Sun needs not the Moon,

And the Moon knows this,

He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,

Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,

For halos cannot light up the world.

The Moon sees everything in the Sun,

And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,

And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,

If the Sun may bring the people happiness,

If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,

Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.

But what the Moon does not know,

The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,

The Sun will weep, raining gold,

The Sun will feel...cold...

The Sun isn't meant to be cold.

(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)

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"I should've loved you sooner"

Oh I should've loved you sooner,

Sooner so I could have the sun in my arms,

From when I only knew the dark,

Sooner so I had a reason to smile,

When scowls and frowns and tears were my only solace,

I should've loved you sooner,

My days weren't as bright,

Because I never realized

I had the sun in my corner

You are the sunshine I so desperately

needed,

My rationality, when at times I couldn't keep my head

straight.

My brother, I love you so

But I really should have loved you sooner,

I really, really should have loved you sooner,

And some days, I scold myself, because back then

I told myself;

"Never look him in the eyes,

You've wronged him so, and he will cry"

Never would I have thought, my sunshine

That you would throw yourself at me

And weep in my arms, only to say

"You idiot, you pushed me away!"

And then, I only laughed

Not a joyful one, one full of realization

and irony,

As I wipe those tears away from the face of the

Sun,

And I tell him;

"I'm sorry, love"

I should've loved you sooner,

I should've loved you sooner,

I should've loved you sooner,

When my days were nothing but

grief and sorrow,

You had given me your heart to borrow,

And if I had broken it a million times

before,

Let me try repair it once more,

With the love you have yearned for,

The love I should've given you sooner.

(This poem is meant to be purely platonic and nothing else)

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I who stands by Love's edge (but never falls)

All my friends are...falling in love,

and they can't seem to get enough

or they lose everything else,

for their blind love

(you fall too fast, too hard, too soon, too blindly, and all you'd be left with is pieces,

And I am the bystander that can't help but help pick up the shards.)

Round does the wind blow

Through the thick forest brush

Through the iron and glass

Through the marsh and the damp

Through open expanse of blue

And through the body, of you, and of me.

This poem will not talk

About the silent pillow and sock

As slumber does not wait to tumble

Into indecipherable dreams and terrors

As fantasy blurs with what is real

And what is want,

What you need however,

Is not a taunt

Because the wind will speak

It will whisper, and howl

It will never be silenced

But not all the crowd

Will be able to hear it's pained speak

As the closed will become deaf

And the open become blind

Because the closed will not let the wind in,

And the open will not see the wind, or feel the wind, who it is, and who the cries of help belong to,

No empathy, much less sympathy, for the voices that go with the wind.

And so nature weeps in the drizzle

Screams in the thunder

And remains silent on gloomier days,

The days that feel silent and sad, are the days with no rain.

The wind was not heard, seen, nor felt,

And so it's secrets and it's voices

It's pains and it's emotions

It's sufferings and it's triumphs

Remain only in the unknown

The wind sung but was never heard.