When you were angry
You never hid it
Each time you snapped
Screamed out in frustration
Threw things and slammed doors
Mom was mad at me
Despite your reassurance
I still assumed
Now carrying this
Burden with me
Knowing
The boiling sensation
After sitting silently
So consumed by fury
When the pressure bursts
Your hatred in my voice
Your pain in my eyes
Your exhaustion in my tears

The world you wished to see
Lay before you.
This isn’t what I wanted.
Oh? And what did you seek instead?
Provenance.
Bells resonate in solemn tones
Harmonic sequences
Echoing from the mountains
This is all which remains.
Nothing but vibrations
From another timeline
This isn’t the place I sought
These elegies are foreign
Take me home.
Iconoclasts
Tore that world down
To birth new idyll.
You are home.

there was a time
where it was important
to share every detail
of my mundane life
when i was younger
in my latter teens
and early twenties
when i sought validation
from people who
didn't care about me
2 years passed
like the colors change
on autumn leaves
it hasn't been that time for a while
time only comes with us
the end of youth is silent
looking out the window one day
and realizing the leaves changed
and you only noticed now