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
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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
An Empyrean Cycle
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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!
Running into fate 