Librettos of Lily

02 Jan 2025 18:40

one more hater gone. thanks. i appreciate the decency you have to leave so that i could block you :)

Librettos of Lily

31 Dec 2024 09:42

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Librettos of Lily

31 Dec 2024 05:03

If thoughts transcend throughout different eras. Their elegant ideas are woven with the places they touched on their journey. They are not merely ancient and traditional. They're powerful waves of belief that can't be stopped.

~Just because something is of the past doesn't mean it is not true now

Librettos of Lily

21 Dec 2024 09:48

Pieces of a life's tale ✨

Librettos of Lily

19 Dec 2024 07:14

I am not trying to conquer you or control you or make you surrender so why do you let me?

Librettos of Lily

15 Dec 2024 13:41

Why does darkness chase the light if it is its enemy? If hate survived behind the hollow look it casts, I would have known it. It was a silent ache to be whole again, to exist.

Darling, in the wake of everything I went through, I carefully searched the corners of my secrets, tested myself unlike anyone
And I found I am not of substance, I remain the absence of you

Just as the absence of light conceived a child of dark ages,
I was conceived in the void-
A place where the echoes linger like a song, where my whispers are not my own.

Why?
Even the nothingness craves,
Even the emptiness desires utter fullness,
And I, a being of the void was caught in the pull of what I lack,

I chase you restlessly so as not to extinguish you,
Not to destroy the beauty you bring,
But to feel for just a moment what it is like to be alive, to be bare.

I know I wasn't born to yearn,
to nurse this hunger,
to stretch my hands towards the light,
But even so, I will chase
For in the pursuit,
in the fleeting touch of your glow,
I remember what it is to exist.

Librettos of Lily

14 Dec 2024 07:06

You never know how much you love something or someone until you start to hate it. You can only truly despise something you once loved with every fiber of your being.

~you don't love nor hate. you're dead

Librettos of Lily

08 Dec 2024 11:04

My inspirations are hazy, slurred and incomprehensible at times, just like me.

Librettos of Lily

05 Dec 2024 18:54

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Librettos of Lily

05 Dec 2024 17:28

"She's the type of girl that can have anybody but can't be had, like a number with a missing digit or a story unwritten. And she left her impression on you like a lipstick on a napkin and in an old song's chorus you'd always know the words to."

-credits to unknown author 💋

Librettos of Lily

02 Dec 2024 16:59

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Librettos of Lily

02 Dec 2024 16:32

I sink deep into the misfortunes of being the one that doesn't trick you. I won't change myself for anyone. I loathed how easily you're manipulated into accepting everything you heard. Did I not make a good enough impression or are you that easily fooled?

I dug deep into the lies that were told like a hot tea that don't go cold. I know myself and that's what matters. I don't explain myself because if you're the one you'd know me by my sigh and my eyes. Was I mistaken about you or were you just mistaken about me?

Librettos of Lily

29 Nov 2024 05:10

And the cities you grew up are foreign. The lights have darkness, the streets have loud sadness. Always looking for what's gone while something newer or better is in front of our faces. Resistance is a sign of spirit. Is it fear or self-hate that makes us not fight for the truth?

And history is being made before our eyes, whether for the greater good or built on top of the blood of children, we can't learn to live with change that influences us to change in a gray way for finding comfort means being insensitive and hating it means you're rebellion in a king's world, awaiting for the day they ask for your thoughts and then execute you.

Librettos of Lily

23 Nov 2024 10:42

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Librettos of Lily

23 Nov 2024 07:28

It is unlike you to sway with a ghost, trying to grab hands that don't exist on your waist,

It is unlike your nature to be shaken, trying to cease time where it is now, is a waste,

It's unlike you to imagine pale eyes staring from across the timezones and across a crowded room,

It's unlike you to have one feet in the air, hoping you would still balance the world and all it's doom.

Librettos of Lily

02 Jan 2025 16:33

Announcement

Hello everyone else and those that hate my channel so much you leave everytime I post. I actually don't know why you joined the channel if you're planning on leaving. It sounds like organized purposeful hate to make me feel bad about myself. And it didn't work. I am writing this however to inform that. I won't let the problem go unnoticed since some of you had the nerve to report my account. I consider that cyberbullying so I want everyone that doesn't like my channel to immediately leave and never come back. I don't care if it is the majority. I didn't start the channel to gain popularity so I don't mind if only one person is left. I will not be posting until this issue is resolved and I will be taking action on those that have any suspicious behavior. I am back to restricting contents and will not be posting until further notice.

Librettos of Lily

31 Dec 2024 07:21

There was sun and there was her and often they were one,
A blazing force that boiled in a cellar of clouds,
And a woman in a dungeon of golden doors,
I don't remember where it all began,
Maybe inside the territories of a dark room,
Where the ray of the sun barely grazes the window,
Maybe it started in the cold of a december night,
The bone splitting cold that leaves no room for thoughts,


There was the sun, and there was her,
And oftentimes they were different sides of the same coin,
One untouchable and the other unbearable by men,
I have forgotten to cherish their delicate hands they stretch to those that only envy,
Maybe it started as simple as a song they both had at their rebirth, at the edge of the valley.

Librettos of Lily

28 Dec 2024 05:25

If everyone disappeared but everything stayed the same, the world would become a vast echo chamber of regret, wouldn’t it? The empty streets would silently bear witness to the choices we made, the careless disregard we gave to the fragile threads that tethered us to one another. The masters we chose—greed, apathy, convenience—would remain, their shadows etched into the architecture of our absence. And there you’d be, hovering like a phantom, a witness to the aftermath of your own indifference.

The sky, aflame in the regions of lost towns, wouldn’t just burn with fire—it would burn with memory. The kind of memory that clings, that whispers in the silence, a merciless record of what once was. You’d hear it in the hollow resonance of wind howling through abandoned homes, in the groan of a rusted gate swinging aimlessly, in the creak of a swing set untouched by small hands for years. Each sound would seem to ask: Where were you when it mattered?

And the chimney, once a sign of warmth and life, now spits malice instead of smoke, as though the house itself has turned on its absent inhabitants. The dry leaves, scattered across the ground like forgotten pages of erased stories, would twist and whirl, restless in their solitude. They’d scrape against the ground in a whisper, a sound too close to the rasp of a confession.

What if this was the end? Not an apocalypse of fire or flood, no dramatic collapse of the heavens, but a slow unraveling—a quiet disappearance. A vanishing act where humanity slips away, leaving the world intact yet utterly hollow. And what if, in that silence, you could feel it? Not just see the emptiness, but feel it in the marrow of your being. The absence would gnaw at you, not because of what was lost, but because you’d know—you’d know—you had a hand in it.

Would you feel disdain for the masters you chose then? Or would you feel something worse—self-betrayal, a deep and abiding ache for the soul you abandoned in your pursuit of fleeting desires? Because in this end, there are no heroes, no villains, no climactic battles. There is only the truth, naked and unyielding, reflected back at you in the lifeless eyes of the world you left behind.

And maybe that’s the cruelest part. Not the disappearance itself, but the hovering. The watching. The knowing. It’s not just the world that has been emptied—it’s you. And in the stillness of it all, in the haunting quiet of a place you once called home, you’d finally understand: absence isn’t just a void. It’s a mirror.

Librettos of Lily

19 Dec 2024 07:16

I used to be your heart, now I am just another pretty face. The reason you survive, the cradle of your life. I remembered you from years ago suddenly this December. Your presence crushed me to the streets as though it hated I forgot you exist somewhere in the universe, breathing and dreaming different dreams.


I used to be your light, now I am just a dying candle. I was the essence of your being, the map of your existence. I remembered you on a random tuesday morning and now it is not so random anymore. Your words and your stares, all those I had locked away returned as though it was envious I was in peace, dangling brighter stars on my brand new sky.


~To Mr. Forgettable

Librettos of Lily

15 Dec 2024 13:51

Those that know powerful thoughts by heart, but have never formed their own are pawns in the hands of those powerful people.

Librettos of Lily

15 Dec 2024 06:30

She greets death with a kiss, in love with the treason of altering her soul like the night fall won't pass and crumble the things close to her heart's desire. It is a custom of a woman, to repair what you didn't break, they told her long ago and she treats what she didn't believe in like a myth told to scare small girls with big spirits. They said, if there was a shadow of a doubt in your veins, you must let it be buried formally, in front of everyone that wants it gone. If you have voices of your own too big for your small frame then you will do well to bite your tongue they chanted.  And she knew if there was anyone to be scared of, it wasn't them for even the slight change of tone of her wolfy voice shakes something inside them. She knew the only way to control a menace is to weaken it with fear or use the method of pirates and collect the heart of an ocean like an object. They think power is control yet power was the ability to move the ship without lifting a finger.

   Preservation is a price too big to pay for someone else's sins.

Librettos of Lily

08 Dec 2024 11:42

Aren't you a traitor to yourself if you go against everything you stood for just to get ahead?

Aren't you a banished subject from your own heart if you juggle more than one just to be the one that doesn't get hurt?

Librettos of Lily

08 Dec 2024 05:29

I am eternally sorry, for not cherishing the clean air I breathed every day, the ordinary I have long seen as just part of any mortal's journey,

I am eternally sorry, for the pains I have only heard of and crawled in fear, the death that is only a faint fog of insanity in my reality,

I am eternally sorry for the kisses on my cheeks that I had taken as usual, the love that I claimed to be unfazed about has not reached many,

I am eternally sorry for letting the world taint the empathy I nursed, the brutality of the world I still am incapable of accepting in truth with certainty.

Librettos of Lily

05 Dec 2024 18:31

If memories are magnified by your eyes, it's your reflection, sweet girl.
If scars are now just a map to your soul, it's because you're yourself, sweet girl.

If your hands are a work of art that create a work of art, it's because you took your time, sweet girl.
If your core doesn't weaver under pressure, it's because you made sure you were safe, sweet girl.

Librettos of Lily

04 Dec 2024 05:30

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Librettos of Lily

02 Dec 2024 16:34

The more you do with your time the more valuable it becomes.

Librettos of Lily

29 Nov 2024 05:44

You're here but not at the same time. You stand on the two connected roads with drastically different ends yet you hesitate, taking steps to the other means you can't go back, but do you really want to have that thing lording you for eternity. Our choices are what defines us more than our abilities. You choose, you become what you choose.

You're here in this place but not at the same time. You are the one they regretted because you're unforgettable yet all your charms have dark qualities, not everyone understands or appreciates that kind. You can have influence or credit but not both for you define something or you let it define you.

Librettos of Lily

26 Nov 2024 16:49

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Librettos of Lily

23 Nov 2024 07:28

Your laugh fills the room, living little cracks on walls from the strength of your happiness.

Your sadness is just the same. It has a tendency to take over your surroundings and plunge it to madness.

Librettos of Lily

23 Nov 2024 07:00

My lone moments are for my soul. Now I understand what she meant by you're not competing against anyone, just with me, myself, and I.