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Lost
I think we’re lost
Lost in our heads
Lost in translation
Lost in these streets
We hustle through day after day
Make some friends along the way
But we stay lost within ourselves
Who has their life mapped out?
Aren’t we all just floating around?
How are we supposed to plan ahead
When anxiety lives rent-free in our head
May I follow in your footsteps, or do you want to try walking in my shoes?
Wherever we go, our fears will always follow
We were lost and never found
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We are not alone
As long as the moon keeps us company at sleepless nights
And the rustling leaves whisper our names
While the wind caresses our skin
We are not alone
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Limbs longing
It was limbs’ longing to entwine
To entwine until they lose track of which body they belong to
It was the heart’s longing to love
To love passionately and wholeheartedly
It was a hand’s longing to touch
To hold fingers tightly in the palm
It was the mind’s longing to think
To think about every moment spent together
It was the mouth’s longing to talk
To talk about everything and nothing at all
It was longing
To love and be loved
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I wrote this poem for the official third Escapril prompt limbs. It was weird to write about a romantic couple in such a depersonalized way, but I’ve tried something new. I hope you like it! Oh, also happy asexual visibility day!
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Strange behaviour
I laugh out loud about my own jokes until I cry about my existence
My fingers are nervously twisting strands of hair
My feet are tapping the ground like I’m performing a drum beat, every hit on the base drum
I’m the main character of my own story
Why should I be reduced to a side character?
Don’t forget your mask when you go outside!
They only have walk-on parts in my life
I act like I’m one of them, but I know that I’m not
They made sure I know that
They deemed me strange from the start
But I’d rather be a weirdo than everybody’s darling
So what if I do a little dance while waiting for the train to arrive
Give me a bow and an arrow and I’ll shoot the judging look out of your pretty face!
Am I cool yet?
Am I normal yet?
Do you like me yet?
Do you hate me already?
I will always have strange behaviour
That’s the nature of this disease
What’s my personality?
I don’t know, I have too many
But I’ve learned my lesson
Don’t let them shut you down
I’m proud and loud
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So I wrote this shitty poem for the Escapril prompt “strange behaviour” and as some of you might know I’m bipolar, so … that’s that.
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When I open my eyes
When I open my eyes
A soft blue light pulsates and blurs my vision
A sizzling sound informs me that my pod is ready to be opened
I remove the oxygen mask from my face and take my first breath
The air tastes stale and humid
It leaves a strange aftertaste on my pelted tongue
With immense force, I move my thumb to the right and click the switch
Slowly, the lid of my hibernation pod cracks open
For the first time in ages, my eyes dart around
The blue light is turning white, pulsating brighter by the minute
In the centre of the spaceship, a service robot boots up
My eyes settle on the small window on the far right side
A headache appears as I zoom in with my contact lenses
They focus on a strange landscape
I feel overwhelmed and close my eyes for a second
I can’t believe that we’ve made it!
The promised adventure lies ahead.
We proved them wrong!
There is a planet b after all
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NaPoWriMo day 1 was a good start! It’s been a while since I wrote a SciFi poem. I wrote this in under 10 minutes, so it’s nothing special, but good practice. Also just to clarify this, I don’t think there is a planet b. And even if there is one, it’s no excuse to trash our Earth and fuck up our climate in hope of finding a new planet to destroy.
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Inspiración para crear personajes.
“if you could keep a promise for the rest of eternity, what would it be?”, i asked.
you had always been the person to give a child the joy of blowing dandelion fuzz rather than take away the child’s tears; love existed in both, small happiness, and bitter sadness. this wisdom, either gifted to you, or learnt through a fall into hell, made you devoted to find serenity in the world.
it truly was a pure wish, fuelled by nothing but your will. all you had to do, was not lose it. because when the lightning would strike, and the thunder would shake the earth, either your will would stand strong, or crumble against the fury of the sky. it would try to take you, and all that you loved and cared for. the sky was cruel that way – taking away those loved most by the earth. the sky was selfish that way – connecting them with a mere invisible string, yet making it impossible to leave.
in all means, your death, would be the end of the world. but even as the end neared, i knew you’d walk around with more love to give than take. you’d kiss my palm with the same delicate touch, you would sing the song of the bird alongside her. it would be calm. it would be painfully normal. afterall, no angel could die a shocking death.
and perhaps that is why your answer didn’t surprise me.
“to love you, my dear.”, you whispered into the morning air, watching the sun greet you from the horizon.
inspired by this.@beyoonce is the only reason i write lately and it honestly just gives me another reason to thank her <3
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amare.
i asked you if you loved the stars that stole your slumber, keeping you away from your euphoric and fragile dreamland.
your eyes gleamed bright under the dark sky – everybody deserved to be loved, you said, and it included the stars. they could take your heart, limbs and soul; they could let you slip past the delicate threads of mortality and make you one of them, and still, you would love them, as a lonely heart loved the moon.
to you, it was a mandate of the universe. stars knew better than us, and it was the stars that created a bond between us. the stars were strong, and the stars were always right. just like our love, just like your love.
seasons soon changed, and the twinkle of the night sky remained the same, unlike that in your eyes. your stars shone bright because of your devotion, but since when had you stopped loving yourself?
when the sky dimmed in exhaustion, and all the light in the world disappeared, your eyes only grew darker. they no longer had the strength to love, they no longer had the will to live.
and your heart didn’t break at the thought of it; it stood still– painfully unaware of the incoming recoil as you tried to realise,
the stars had refused to love you back.
written for @beyoonce in a ploy to make her watch fruits basket <3 pls ignore quality ik i suck <//3
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we found wonderland.
i. we found wonderland. it was no wider than a few centimeters, and no calmer than a mother’s lullaby. the warmth of your hands holding mine, and your shoulder carrying the weight of my mind – wonderland existed in simple moments like these.
in these miniscule seconds, angels seem to thrive. flowers bloom anew, and life seems complete; certain.
ii.but even in wonderland, happiness came at a cost. you learnt that a heart waiting for your arrival at twilight couldn’t keep you warm in the winter’s cold, and i couldn’t light a flame at the hearth without your firewood. happiness in wonderland, came at a cost – the cost of your pained patronage, and my incapability to escape the cages of my mind.
that’s when you realise angels can fall, and flowers can wither. life is uncertain, and it always will be, when you can’t tell the roses apart from the ivy.
i don’t have much to say about this one tbh :um: you can tell i haven’t written in months when you read this <3
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She Was Made Up Of Stolen Words
she was made up of stolen words
words meant for other girls
warm lips, tantalizing tongue
dance over prickled flesh
alive with anticipation and want
yearning for the night
the crisp sheets and soft music
nimble fingers touch places
and spaces that please
and i tease just enough
to buckle wobbly knees
from head to toe
and stem to stern
my kisses burn your soul
our eyes finally lock
and i see forever…again
fingers gasconade ~ sinfulness
…burrow severely
discovering religions concealed
no man able to manipulate
your nature and vitality,
your lust
…spirit ~ long entombed
delivering tears
youdiscard
never knowing whether they carry pleasure…or pain
Emily’s words ~ more radiant than an aubade
eloquence rescues Dolly at the time of her plunge
she perused Emily…like the Springfield Daily Republican
fore to aft, then…on to the comics
Emily compelled Dolly’s amusement
~to giggle secretly
she was the blaze ensuring her sun appear…vague
this comparison holds in all conditions
daybreak does not compare
and the night ~ far more solitary
Dolly dangles upon Emily’s clothesline
antiquity ~ a comfortless abode…minus one’s vigilance
Emily…fractured at her age
scarcely fifteen
knock-kneed, gawky
yet severely developed ~ inward
Death extinguishedEmily’s…bloom
appetite, proclivity
Emily ~ unprepared for
…for Death’s edaciousness
He devours astringent fruits
Emily suppressed smiles
and oppression
conviction ~ degraded
and her heart…
her courage…
Emily all but discounted those prospects
the mistral…turbulent
lacerations of December
depositing footfalls upon vellum
hungering the fervor
murmurs of creamy…cries
cascading, deliberately down your ear
replenish fable ~ legend
desires of everlast
summertide heart
throughout winter’s dawn
Emily’s skin caresses ~ a bit like…indulgence
gracious yet devastating
…………………..potent
Emily was a tad - tawny
though more
honeyed within
her pedigree burrowed into Death’s…antiquity
intertwined, woven, inseparable Death’s own
arrested
Emily and Death, in unison
stronger ~ no matter
spun wool
to go back and see
what it was like before
poetry
before it was beautiful
when the world was dark
and i was a thunderstorm
spinning out of
control
to go back and read
the words i used to
write
before there was light
before you
us
before love
you can learn from the ugliness
from the past
and the winter flowers
will bow tonight
for her
all devoid of their petals
that make them different
they are as one tonight
strong tonight
but tomorrow
tomorrow is a different tale
tomorrow they all bloom
they blossom
they are crimson and cerulean
they are violet and marigold
they are individuals
they are beautiful
again
and they remember her passing by
they remember her petals
were the most beautiful of them all
Emily was…demolished
Death validated Emily’s scars
anticipated her aversion ~ under his —- manipulation
heeded supple, whispered laments during nightfall
Death lapped Emily’s torment-filled tears
still…Death designed curses
still…dispensing
Emily was…discomposed
Death ~ just like all the others
i am authentic sonnet
and sestina
raven yet sallow
i am betwixt
and beneath
…beclouded
i am the sweeping
the fluid
the transcribed
i am your stanza
i am your conception
yours
hers
his
theirs
its
mine
Death took Emily to religions…
…never desired (Emily could not comprehend)
mapping lore onto lustrous skin
runnels release
a lazy - drizzle
soaking sheets
tendrils, once capricious
…now torrid…tantalize Emily
provoking folly
conserved sensibilities
unanticipatedly burgeoning
Emily visited Death’s legend
becoming obscured in His lineslies
immersed in Death’s Garden
forenoon approached without signal
Emily ~ Death’s prism
Emily crotchet’s words with lascivious ember
ash settled in Death’s…ghost
searing ~ cinder at Emily’s feet
Death (forlorn yet fortified)
as it pleases
Emily attempts to douse hunger
sweat from brow
words beckoning ~ Death attends……….
Emily appreciates Him
her prism
Emily understands He requires
….gluttony this dusk
yearn for me!! Emily screams
~ from cavernous sanctuary
succumb - over and over
unholy mouth
venom spewed and spit
slighting the knowledge of the saintly
to good souls
placing hellacious statements
on your palette
unholy heart
feelings strewn and scattered
playing hide and seek with disavowed
disenchanted souls
filling essence with hope
in their dreams
treasure…hand-me-down words
cadence
i was tortured ~ passably
soused
………..enough
i used to exploit
adequately
and write - words would…ebb
like the rotgut
the poisons
and i padlocked…perception
to witness words
unlearned
remembering how to be able to quarrel
my passion managed to ~ kindle
aflame with adoration cauterized
remnants of where she - endured
………….smoldering
i could compose, you recognize
ere
before hooch, before gigolo
despondency
the astringent torrent
tumbling from your eyes
before
~ your cries
epoch’s…. enveloping edict like albatross neck
asphyxiate life from lung
surrender rhyme ~ with quake cracking ribcages
…..leaving you spent upon the stage
yet
craving supplements
bones exposed from the coercion
cells and sinew ~ mangled
blood smatterings scattered
was a poet…when i bled
