Art of the Bard

Art of the Bard This page is dedicated to the art and writings of Thaumus the Bard, and the stories he has to tell.

06/18/2026

Two souls, one heart, reforged in the fires post betrayal…betrayal forgiven and forgotten…guilt and hurt both, burned to less than ash as love soared anew.

06/18/2026

“I remember nothing…darkness…I remember being swallowed by darkness.”
The hormonal boy spoke to himself, because he had no one else to talk to. All he wanted was to be found, to be loved…but instead, all he had was darkness.

06/16/2026

Ballads of a broken heart, a hopeful love…his voice was like that of a broken angel, destitute, lost, and just wanting to be found.

06/16/2026

He watched from their apartment window as she drove away,
Her black sedan disappearing into the pouring rain.
The love they had for each other eventually fell apart,
Now they were nothing but two broken hearts.

06/15/2026

I stand here on the precipice of my life…wondering where I will go from here.
Tears are streaming down from my eyes…and all I want is to just disappear.

06/12/2026

Sometimes I just want to throw my fist through a window or a wall,
Sometimes I just want to hold my arms out and take the plunge and fall.

06/11/2026

She took me home, to a place that wasn’t my home,
In the back of her Land Rover, I felt small and alone.
Her accomplishments soared, way up to the sky,
I was a failure and insignificant, I just wanted to hide.

06/10/2026

We both stood there outside, on the promenade,
Looking at each other, our eyes drenched with pain.
Taking one step closer, then two steps apart,
Two puzzle pieces, to the same broken heart.

06/06/2026

Just a snippet of writing:

“Remi?”
“Yes Thaumus?”
“Will you miss me when I’m gone?”
“Yes Thaumus…” She replies as tears stream from her eyes. “I’m going to miss you so much.” But Thaumus doesn’t hear her, his head is in her lap, and his eyes stare sightlessly up at a snow laden sky.

06/02/2026

The walls hold our secrets, and our memories too,
And I would give all of them up, if it meant another lifetime with you.
I sit on the old leather couch, every night and every day,
Slowly drifting into the shadows, until I finally fade away.

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