If you only knew what the future held
The struggle, turmoil, utter hell
you can never go back
dark one
cast from the heavens like satan himself
a fall towards damnation – earth?
bleak and meager and blind and deaf
tearing sinew and bloody hands
horns sprout out of your skull
pushing out of the soil like a seed
you laugh and shake your head
pointed teeth and forked tongue
and here – you think to yourself
you were supposed to be
a lightworker.
waiting underneath a veil
A shabby toy left in the closet
An awareness that described peace
As something you found on the playground
Every night step closer to tip toe in the dark
Through forest hedges and pillow forts and parks that dont have names
A simple way to show you what we mean
Would be a mystery wrapped around your heart
A kite snagged in the branches of a tree
Its twisted tails and broken poles convey a greeting
Beckoning you to rescue what you once cherished
You can see it, but you cant quite reach
And, if you managed to get it down
It would never fly the same.
A shopping cart in the middle of the woods
Now how did that get here?
Sometimes we feel so out of place
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Standing slowly sands of time trickle down to stay in line a missing whisper faded ears reverberated through thick glue and sheltered soft in hues of blue and rue a headache brewing under skin a message to hear right here so clearly to see and so seldom said a pushing variance of unity fled onto green and red colors to fill and saturate the empty space and dislocate time and place understanding a breath or two is all you need to remain true
the feeling of love
heavy on your skin
breathing
laying down
rising up
acceptance
fought for your life
to see it fall
and then fly
no more damaged goods
everything has complexities
bruised fruit
is always the sweetest
image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/9e8an0LV1Zo
pacing, a racing mind, drooling and slobbering
nonsense dulling the time spent paying my bodies rent
an awkward shuffle of limbs that feel foreign and heavy
teeth clenched in hopes of a proper anger to vent out and lash
clashing with opinions, clashing with the past, and dark minds
shadows reaching for me, some come from within me
somehow this darkness feels comfortable, hah!
and to own up to it, caress it like a pet, treat it like a king well set
instead of looking it in the eyes and recognizing its beauty
a glamour only matched by my own hunger for purity
such a thing already exists within our essence
the shadow is the purity and without it purity would not exist
the perfection of humanity is also the downfall of man is also, is also, is also
nothing, everything, time is standing still. controlled by a whim
an accident when nostalgia returns, a flick of a switch you didnt know could exist, a comfort so soft time can do nothing but stop. maybe the clocks never started in the first place. maybe our death is our birth and we are nothing but the earth.
i like chubby bumble bees! image sourced back to this website! https://www.lighthousenewsdaily.com/bumblebees-flowers-fuzzy-hairs/6431/
its good to say well see you today
another chance to make it right another reason to fix a right
down in the tide the water erodes
soil and dirt and mismatched nodes
erosion gently changes the surface
over time it changes the inside too
when you scream for forgiveness of a crime
committed by those closest to you
lacking conviction is easy when you lack faith
basic modern human with its tired mind
heavy soul and unwashed hands
a salute to you
at pride its fun to be swaying with the breeze
the smell of grass and cooking food
music bleeds from the souls of performers
entrancing bass reverberates through the valley
a boy wears a rainbow of yarn and flows with the music
glitter creeps into every crevice of grass
stray boa feathers strut the well worn footpaths
declarations of love greet you at every vendor
even unpleasant people couldnt ruin the mood
i feel myself bloom
coming out to play before the night ends
and a door opens
its the morning and i wrote this here you go also coffee is good and its a windy day also i was looking for pretty stock photos and i randomly found this jolly man eating a lollipop, but it was like a series, a bloody beautiful one that needed to be in my life and i think you deserve to see it too
conquiring consuming depraving and gruelling
red clouds my sight and covers my ears
everything i try to unlearn talks in silent night
a sweet voice that lulls me to sleep behind the dumpster
where the rats come to chew on my rotten intention
a defence mechanism which knows no bounds
silences inside a throat so down-filled with hate and poison and spit
even hearing that wicked voice taunts me in my dreams
footsteps incite panic and confusion
what did i do this time?
a question asked by the weary, when hurt seems to be
inevitable-intangibly real
never rest for that special time may come when fangs come out
and venom spills into your soul
a hurt deep within
a crack in the core
another painful morning
im not a specimen in a jar
So there I waste away in time
a lock on the thoughts of truth
who am i to scoff at the system
that was put in place by someone
who knows me
more than me
sometimes i dont allow myself to be succeseful
but theres always that ache in my stomach that tells me to keep going
no matter what i drown out it wont go away
but to be honest i dont want it to
the ache is the meaning of life?
destiny or something better
promises that were kept and
some that were not
ruefully i stray out into the unknown
ruefully -but mostly grateful and graceful
not
destruction brings with it creation
a chance to breath fire
finally growing pains return
a lesson is being learned
okay
An Empyrean Cycle
#joke #lol #haha #funny #hilarious
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
L'Aura Pleiadian
Just your regular ol' 32-year-old music loving, video gaming, anime obsessed, trans girl!
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