a warm couch or a sinking coffin?
I can never tell what's more formal in the setting I am in
But I can tell the desires that enters into the room
How smoke around them distracts and be playful
The amazing phantoms of the night running in the ceiling
No one can see what I can see
Some say I'm a broken prophet
dabbing my cards in bloody wells
I know the gold coins in the dirt down below
Now from my body, I feel him
The light, the butterfly
He is soaring, breathing, and spiting sparks as if they are nothing
For me
The ghost behind him, wanting to guide, but I am the moth
Only drawn to the light, never to enter it or become it
I hear his secrets in candles
I wish I could tell him how many times he lied to himself
For he was a breaking dawn in mine and many eyes
There was no me without you
The sun only shines, and the moon follows along by glowing
Not to mimic or to mock
But admire how brave the sun is
Even though this mirror blocks us,
I want to show you the truth, even if I am a lie
A ruin fantasy of yours
You're more than what you're worth, even when the odds against you
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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"I want to show you the truth, even if I am a lie". That line hit me so hard. Loved your poem!