04. a perfect hoax

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now playing : a perfect hoax,

from trilogy of a time traveller.
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̶̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ HOW THE
WORLD ENDED...  ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ 

the rains drain the sounds of
the ghosts circling around
on my bedroom floor,
silvered lightning breaking stones,
the rain came pouring down
on empty roads,
when does poison turn rose gold?
i was told there would be hope,
like seeing skeletons in
coloured clothes,
i've never climbed a fence
that high before,
the polaroids of us were
missing when i got home.

swinging on the thought that wings
can sprout from tattered shoulder
blades of broken backs,
is it greater to live in a daydream
or to just have one at that?
cause i make vows with butterfly lies
and a serpentine villainy,
but on most days, i'm still humming the same sweet melody.

because the sounds of the
ghosts fade away,
the turning of clouds will
sometime see the day,
the youth perched on the pavement
knows the cost of being afraid,
our polaroids were lost just underneath my pillowcase.

films from my life hang on
the strings across my window,
violin/waves/spray paints/
people/books/home,
i lace my fingers with
the petals of a dying rose,
to wordlessly wither away-
who would better know?
a starless sky as the rain sprinkled
near my eyes was perfect,
a perfect hoax.

A/N : i wrote this poetry to bring comfort to people who feel scared, sad and alone; to those who feel like a stranger in their own crowd; to those who have no one they can talk to about their struggles; to those who are so tired yet keep on trying every single day to just feel something except for feeling numb. because i've felt those things too.

this is also the first part of the trilogy of a time traveller, where the world has ended.

references :

1. butterfly lies & a serpentine villainy : butterfly signifies change, growth & moving on, so butterfly lies is essentially lying about moving on but in reality you're stuck in the same place. a contrast to butterflies, i feel, is serpentine which is a mineral that many people believe to 'help regain memories of a past life'- here, in this poetry, serpentine villainy is that bitter feeling of already knowing your past & not being able to forget it- so you keep reliving it inside your mind over and over again.

so, here the line 'cause i make vows with butterfly lies and a serpentine villainy' means, you're promising that you're okay when you're really not because you keep re-imagining all the things that haunt you.

i really had no motivation to post this week cause i've been feeling so down and numb the past few days, so i guess the vibe of this poem really goes with how i feel right now. anyways, i really hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!

ps : i suck at making collages, so please bear with this one!

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