the bleeding green of trees and leaves

the hollow in your chest is

filled in at the edges by

the bleeding green of trees and leaves

they rustle when you step and

breathe when you speak

when the sun shines they cast a dappled shadow

specked with joy and the streaks of light.

in darkness, they whisper.

there is no silence.

__

The world dissipates in the blankness of

blinks

in the silence of sound

the gap between atoms

preventing touch

__

have you ever heard of fame?

the blinding rush of glory

of someone declaring

you are truth

and even more agreeing


it tastes like sugar, like

diamonds breaking

like a chest half open and

bleeding

the sun shined behind a figure

and it seemed as though

they were glowing


the earth shook and

backs bent


stop this, would you?

dignity is

dying


hold the shards

and press them to your chest

watch them form a spiral

as firm as a thousand stones



and watch as fingers break

hear the clatter of collapse

watch fragility provide

a meek boon

—

the freeze of time as

it stops and

sends ice through the sky

the stillness of eternity with

nothing to remember it by

_

Just a thousand more have written what

you thought was clear

and a thousand more write what

you knew was near

All the words dance and dance

down the path to fame

and another writer sets a pen

weeping in vain

ps

guys did this post actually post omg—this was my first substack post and then I ACCIDENTALLY UNSHARED IT. so now i can start properly again yay!! this is stuff i wrote from when i was 14-16 i kinda just went through my old docs when i was making this.