Crownfall

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Crownfall

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I Am No Reflection

Crownfall

2 min read

In the water, I see myself,

my past, my hate, my love.

It’s all there—

all the broken names I once carried,

all the others that wore my skin.

They rise to the surface, uninvited—

all the ghosts of the person I was,

still haunting the person I am.

And still, I face my reflection in the water.

I reach to touch,

but my hand goes through.

The ripples smudge and crawl across the surface

like veins, li...

Poetry

Mystery

Pit of Mirage

Crownfall

1 min read

It’s always there,

hollow,

lodged inside your heart.

Each night

you reach for it,

again.

You’re falling—

falling,

deeper each time.

Yet you return—

hopeful,

diving in once more.

The darkness greets you,

wraps you

in its kindness.

But it’s only illusion,

a trick—

and still,

you fall....

Mystery

Poetry

A Stem’s Value

Crownfall

1 min read

Without him, we would not continue.

Without him, we would crumble—fall.

He carries the weight of every bloom,

yet no one praises him at all.

The petals sing, elegant, light—

the colors blaze, the fragrance so sweet

that it makes me dizzy; blurring day and night.

But it is he who guards through storms,

his strength concealed beneath their feet,

until his strength takes on a different form.

Though...

Drama

Poetry

White Gown, Purple Blood

Crownfall

1 min read

She wears the color of snow,

a silence stitched into the seams—

even she doesn’t know.

Her wings fly only in dreams,

Too fragile, the body of a moth,

drawn to the light but lost in the dark.

Each fold a wound beneath the cloth,

even the scars have a mark.

Thorns bloom where petals should,

violets straining her breath.

Her gown drinks bruises misunderstood,

a gentle hymn between life and death.

...

Poetry

Crime

Confined, Still Free

Crownfall

1 min read

I sit by the fence I long to leap over,

gazing at the blue where I ache to soar—

but the clouds crowd in, stitching their enclosure.

Night spills its silence, pours shadows that twist and sprawl,

until the fence becomes a wall.

Some days, it’s only wire and wood;

other days, it’s iron—twice its height.

I press my palms to it, to prove I could—

to test if it might splinter beneath my weigh...

Adventure

Poetry

The Game of Time

Crownfall

1 min read

I didn’t realize until this hour,

That youth is bound by brief power:

To chase and seize the fleeting game we’d play—

A dignified vow we’d never admit to say.

In Sun’s golden light, our hearts soared,

Our imagination ablaze, our joy adored.

Through eighteen years, I gave my all,

Tagging friends at summer’s call.

We danced with wild abandon, free,

Yet we couldn’t unlock forever with just our key.

...

Adventure

Poetry

Lovely Lady of Despair

Crownfall

1 min read

Floating, hoping,

like a saint

surrendering to fate.

A tragedy,

so beautiful

it’s a curse.

Could she truly live,

to feel, to burn, to give—

Or only survive?

Life leans heavy

on shoulders so small,

so heavy she could fall.

Her prayers reach the sky,

but never to God’s ear,

only getting so near.

Stars; too small

to wish on—

they flicker, then they’re gone.

Silence closes in,

a cold that burns—...

Poetry

Mystery

Ash and Hands

Crownfall

1 min read

You say you love me every day,

but your eyes are storm-grey, far away.

You fold me close as though I’m yours,

yet your heart drifts behind unseen doors.

“Do you love me?” I whisper low.

Your fingers brush my cheek—soft, slow.

A smile curves, but it does not stay,

and silence swallows all I want to say.

The world burns on—streets crumble, skies bleed—

and in your grip my breath concedes.

...

Romance

Poetry

When Our Stars Fell

Crownfall

1 min read

The memory of you never leaves my mind;

your harsh words linger, cutting me down, leaving me behind.

I rewind the nights we once called ours every time,

but now it’s shattered glass inside all the grime.

Your laughter echoes, though it’s hollow, cold,

a borrowed joy, a memory I can’t afford to hold.

I reach for hands that have left me broken beyond repair,

a want, a need, a hope, a prayer, but it...

Poetry

Romance

Her Twine of Gold

Crownfall

1 min read

Flames of sunlight trembled in her palms—

a warmth almost too bright, too alive to bear,

yet she held it longer, still entwining it tighter

as if love itself could be made and rewoven into

the piece’s worn thin bands, becoming new.

But the world unraveled it, again and again,

yet her fingers—aching, raw—kept spinning.

The golden twine fell through her grasp,

a knot untied in silence, by unseen ...

Adventure

Poetry