winter;lyra : Writing

Odd Shapes | I no longer step on puddles

Odd Shapes | I no longer step on puddles

A Poem by winter;lyra


HomeHeading home through dark shadowed treesOdd shapesHounding loose amidst the far away glimpsesThe daily routine each day seems more menacingEach da..
my punishing pain and the wars of saints

my punishing pain and the wars of saints

A Poem by winter;lyra


I can feel my painIt's in my wayIn my laneI wake insaneWhose name tricks my gaze?Flames and saints rage entangledI throw my lance and hope it lands at..
Do Not Mourn Me

Do Not Mourn Me

A Poem by winter;lyra


My blood boilsMy skin writhesIf I don't fightMother told meDon not fight son, so the light comes sonIn the night before the dark sunWe unite, son, bef..
StarClash

StarClash

A Poem by winter;lyra


Now you've found a way to provoke meStarchildHaunt and frustrate meRoam through the cosmosClash your resolve into ignitionWe dine thoughts and drink s..
marta

marta

A Poem by winter;lyra


Her call comes like a presage of a past prejudiceCould she have it all planed out?The careful soft yet shrieking cold whisper in the nightBefore I go ..
he still lives

he still lives

A Poem by winter;lyra


I've had the time to Stop And reconsider what it all means to meThe conclusion comes in various monochromatic tonesHopefully the sun will push some co..
game

game

A Poem by winter;lyra


Are you game?There is nothing to gain but the following pain:You are not the Main characterYou are not on the higher PlaneNo epic lane and too small t..
gods on earth

gods on earth

A Poem by winter;lyra


Raw darkTwisted and wickedEyes that see only menaceMust press the mass to pass the testWreck it lest it may nest on your backTime the chords just in t..
You are not saving me, you are killing me

You are not saving me, you are killing me

A Poem by winter;lyra


Violent waves threat my homeAs they crash against my stoneIf I roar I grow oldIf I contain myself I grow coldBut the voices roarAnd they crash some mo..