Blake Short
Modern words from an old soul.
Blake Short
Modern words from an old soul.
Modern words from an old soul.
Modern words from an old soul.
I saw the wonders of the world,
and searched for memories within them.
Time passed, and meaning was never found.
Searching for my heart in ephemeral things created a void in me.
In spite of my loss, I found something else.
A home, a purpose found in you.
I was running from what I desired all along,
a place to belong....
From nothing, I came alive.
A universal embryo,
held in my mother’s womb.
I felt all of me come together;
My consciousness gave way to my body and soul.
I listened as God gave his names to the celestial bodies,
and felt the heat from that Giant Star, that giver of life.
The heat melted my mother’s womb as I became completely sentient.
Covered in fluid and blood,
I fell to the Earth.
And thus,
lif...
Mother Bird built the nest that carried her young, who have now spread their wings and learned to soar.
Yet a day came, when her heart grew weak and she said goodbye with a quiet song.
She flew towards the heavens and told us not to fear,
“Remember, this is not the end. I will see you, I will be near.”...
What is not said can never be expressed.
A chance that is forever gone,
held away by the fear of being heard.
And that dreadful silence became potent in the air.
Filling our minds with the poison of forgotten hope.
For with those words, a life may have been saved.
A love rekindled,
or a bond strengthened.
Yet nothing will reside in that silent tone....