

The Painter's Psalm I look at the canvas that is my lifeThe Painter's Psalm by ~Moesy
Unexplored landscapes linger half-painted in the corners
Timelines snake across like labyrinths
I cannot try to navigate them
I do not remember creating all these shapes
Surely their twisted forms are not a reflection
Of the angles I have cut from my own
I did not know they lingered still, refusing to disappear
These colors confuse and captivate me
Their gradients are outside my ability to create
I know, for in even my most accomplished combinations
Despite struggles for splendor, they stand gray
What divine hand guided this brush and its strokes?
If I could mirror only a fraction of its abili


The Same Dream I see your faceThe Same Dream by ~Moesy
You're still looking at me with those eyes
Those paths we walked
We never grew tired or silent
The words we spoke
Nothing yet everything at once
Each memory a sharp reminder
Like the glass on the side of the road, beautiful and dangerous
Those days are gone
Replacing the days we once remembered together
And it is nothing more
Than a hollow longing