Month of Venus,
you have brought me roads and paths,
I never thought I would travel in silence.
Meandering byways, dusty wastes,
and oh how I have choked,
on the fruit of your distaste.
Yet still you bring rain;
I grow in spots of melted snow...
...of summer storms and dewy morns.
The cut of water smooth like glass,
the sway of trees with hefty leaves,
the smell of loam and fresh-cut grass.
In a quenched release of eyes and skies,
it is with resignation yet relief,
that I bid you goodbye.
Do Fish Hate the Ocean? by TrashChameleon, literature
Literature
Do Fish Hate the Ocean?
Beneath an ocean of routine I writhe. I'm dragged through these weeks By fishing wire, It's slicing open my hands, The cuts are screaming at the saltwater-- And yet, I find myself comforted By how much distance I keep From the surface. I have long Before I face the light. But though this ocean Seems to despise me, I can't imagine Being one removed from its Unforgiving depths Only to have never basked in all it's colors.
You lied,
To yourself,
Said; you were a king -
But, you’re a phantom.
A shadow ,
Taking the form of others.
Worthless words ,
Wasted , the wind.
Blows you away .
There is only the here ,
A brutal penance, for believing .
The liar within .
The Thorniest Stem to Hold by Cicatrixed, literature
Literature
The Thorniest Stem to Hold
You know, I always did see an odd beauty in the wreckage I could find a certain charm in broken things, like the devastation left by a wildfire or the rubble of a collapsed building, there is a strange aesthetic in the brokenness of both things and people *** I always wondered at the way the life still somehow lingers, like nature takes over abandoned places or grows back from the destruction, the ashes nourish new forms of life, different but just as miraculous, like trees grow out of decaying bodies, or tears cleanse the soul, and broken people have a weird way of still functioning regardless, like heightened empathy and unwanted wisdom grew from all that ugliness, I think maybe my fascination was born out of recognition and the wonder out of hope that maybe something could blossom from the ruins of me too, maybe I could regenerate too and maybe all the wrong that stunted my growth and strangled the life out of every
Cracks in My Cosmos and Reshaping My Universe by TheLunaLily, literature
Literature
Cracks in My Cosmos and Reshaping My Universe
These imperfections endangering galaxies Rippling through space Tearing through t i m e Altering constellations My universe r e s h a p i n g Binary stars blink in distress ✧ S O S ✧ Supernova! Oh! Supernova! I tried reshaping my universe With detached precision Careless of consequence Carving numerous chasms Not creating inner kingdoms Blinding chaos entered easily Through the cracks in my cosmos And settled in It was my futile attempt To release the dark matter That had grown too heavy At my center There was a war of attrition Battles fought Won and lost On this celestial body field With desperation Without mercy - - Mistakes writ indelible In casualties and scarred stars - - A shiver, a shudder A monumental shift And I am left to wonder Whether this
She didn’t know what she was expecting when she walked into the detective’s office, but this definitely wasn’t it. Upon sight of the figure seated at the desk she stopped cold and stared, hoping that any moment now the real detective would jump out of the closet and shout “Gotcha!” When the thing opened its jaw and spoke to her, she was glad no one was around to hear her shriek. “S’matter, toots? Cat got your tongue?” “I’m sorry.” She racked her brains for some kind of explanation that wouldn’t come across as rude, but her vocabulary had fled in the initial shock. “I just. I’ve never. I--” “You weren’t expecting a dead guy to be at the desk.” He-- or at least, she thought it might be a he by the voice-- lit a cigarette and took a long drag. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.” Before she could embarrass herself any further, the detective blew out an impressive smoke ring for someone who didn’t have lips. “So. Down to business. What brings you to my office today? You need me to
A Confused Adult ft. Descartes by Porsheee, literature
Literature
A Confused Adult ft. Descartes
You see, it was easier before Bodies were seen, not Heard. It was easier when our Stick limbs and small Hands were faeries, when Dreams were more real than Reality, when we could be Dragon trainers and princesses and witches and To be something meant to be something In our heads. It was easier before bodies Were, at all, really, Before we grew taller and Wider and out and around and Before our bodies were Seen, not A placeholder for A mind. It was easier when being a mind Meant being an imagination; It was easier when we didn’t have to Read books just to feel Like ourselves Again which really meant To be no one at all Because deep down isn’t that Who we all are? It was easier before Strangers made us Afraid of our own bodies, Reminded us that We are our skin. It was easier before Middle school jokes and Prods and late bloomers and It was easier before Everything was about Being. Seen. It was easier when being a mind Was being at all. But we live in the after. And so we
Like A Leaf Come Away From The Tree by WalkinginDreamlight, literature
Literature
Like A Leaf Come Away From The Tree
this loss it feels like a leaf come away from the tree which once held it safely securely bound by the promise of an age just one step away from eternity now to be borne away by wind without sound without the promise of a soft landing found
One minute you will stand watching prior moments drift past your fingertips on kite strings. You will think, I could not have known such things would fly away. You will think, I was happier tied to such fragments of time. You will think, My heart sang for lack of knowledge. My heart leapt for ignorance. Witness now--the mouth of a tunnel, think then on the other end. Close your eyes and fall backward, into the shoes of former selves, envying their blindness to this present. Linger. Then lean back into reality-- your future shouldn't need to wander forward alone.