Miscellaneous
Earth Stepper
Cicadas chirr their morning cries
And crows glide wildly through the skies
While inky tufts of coal disguise
A boy who's lost sight in his eyes
His eyelids stir as wind blows past
They flutter as he draws a breath
He walks through grass and mud and breeze
And paces past green-emerald trees
He winces at the laughter and the bile inside his chest
As he leans against a birch tree, shuts his eyes in deep unrest
He pulls the strings tighter on the hoodie ‘gainst his skin
And he frowns, looking down upon the dirt marring his shin
He does not hesitate to state manipulating bise
The maven works with mischief, he abscises with his guise
The boy advertises lies, puts down hopes to jeopardize
Any chance of being declined, forsaken or denied.
From his devious smirk to his cocky grin
And adventures that he will never win
None know his name, or face, or skin
“Eardstapa,” they call him.
-Lily Kearney
Unfinished
I destroy myself. My muscles begin to break themselves. With each breaking and cracking I recreate myself. There shall be no success, if you admit to weakness. Don't ever think there is nothing to do because there is always something. Don't ever think you're finished because there is always more to be polished. You're in it to win it. If all you want is publicity you will never be recorded in history.