Nox Umbra

Just more poetry considering this place is pretty dead

Feathers fall across the air
but no one sees
and no one cares
because help the poor fool who dares
to break across the lane and stay there
before a god who glares
at men with more time then theirs
who capture the beauty that nature bares
under moon soaked skies that were present and fair

have a nice day 0v0

i turn 15 on tuesday, and the weather is nice and school fuckin sucks but we don’t have school on my birth day because people need a place to vote for our new mayors and AH
life is feeling better uvu
poem from good feelings i am being (◡‿◡✿)

I love the wind like it was my brother
because while it does not always stay
nor blow or whistle its way up to today
it sounds like cigarette kisses
flying my way with grey colored skies
and chimes that sway in quiet array
until sweetly it leaves without delay
to come back tomorrow
and leave all the same

have a nice … whatever kinda day.

Hello, i haven’t been around much have i?
oh well.
if you don’t know me i’m nox.
been here for what, four years i think?
not so much actively trying to grow wings anymore
but i still know a lot, if you have an questions or uh, want any techniques? I’m usually around.
i Uh, just wanted to make sure everyone knew i haven’t died yet.
alright then, cya.