lightandplanetary - Hello Poetry

I want to be a fruit tree I want to grow something joyful and bright and round as a plum that people could hold it in their hand and call it precious I want to root into the earth delivering freedom, arms open singing a cry that cracks at the sky to all gods listening I want us to cry at the same time because we're destined to cry for each other I want to look down upon the pink flesh, familiar because it's my home, extended my skin stretched out to be a fort for another, a shield and then a home I want to be a shield and then a home I want to give them a forest to hide in for solitude or a labyrinth if they choose, and I'd understand why I want to give them the mountain, the power to ascend the hermits path unwinds for them as initiation I want for us to always be connected like the jewels that tremble inside caves awaiting discovery, how they owe their sunrise to the pressure of the night before.

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Aug 30, 2020

Aug 30, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC

Words for birth

I want to be a fruit tree I want to grow something joyful and bright and round as a plum that people could hold it in their hand and call it precious I want to root into the earth delivering freedom, arms open singing a cry that cracks at the sky to all gods listening I want us to cry at the same time because we're destined to cry for each other I want to look down upon the pink flesh, familiar because it's my home, extended my skin stretched out to be a fort for another, a shield and then a home I want to be a shield and then a home I want to give them a forest to hide in for solitude or a labyrinth if they choose, and I'd understand why I want to give them the mountain, the power to ascend the hermits path unwinds for them as initiation I want for us to always be connected like the jewels that tremble inside caves awaiting discovery, how they owe their sunrise to the pressure of the night before.

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I am not here an old friend is waiting in my place taking messages I lie in bed and ask where are you? (I'm seeking myself) all I hear back is Not here. Not here. I try to remember when I last felt like me when my life felt mine not foreign I can remember tremendous pain and since then time has passed without me in it Separated for hundreds of days and nights where I am nowhere at all I wonder, do I sometimes wake up in this world this new life and look around before retreating again retreat into the dark I am floating not here not anywhere I am not alive but I am there is no root there is no path back there is no return at all Only forward My rebirth has taken 9 months.

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Aug 11, 2020

Aug 11, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC

The Invisible

I am not here an old friend is waiting in my place taking messages I lie in bed and ask where are you? (I'm seeking myself) all I hear back is Not here. Not here. I try to remember when I last felt like me when my life felt mine not foreign I can remember tremendous pain and since then time has passed without me in it Separated for hundreds of days and nights where I am nowhere at all I wonder, do I sometimes wake up in this world this new life and look around before retreating again retreat into the dark I am floating not here not anywhere I am not alive but I am there is no root there is no path back there is no return at all Only forward My rebirth has taken 9 months.

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The wind makes herself known to me This grey Sunday The day after love in February She's breaking roots My armour is cracking My eyes drip A cave system internal Sits unexplored

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Feb 15, 2020

Feb 15, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC

Vessel

The wind makes herself known to me This grey Sunday The day after love in February She's breaking roots My armour is cracking My eyes drip A cave system internal Sits unexplored

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I'm a stone fruit without any flesh Raw and drained I sit under the moon She is milky and full I see her face for the first time I dream of being reborn in her moonlight The soft grey shadows falling behind me Shadows I will never see I beg the stars to be my guardians Each a messenger A talisman A treasure Tonight I want to be delivered my fortune To be full again like a plum

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Dec 12, 2019

Dec 12, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC

Plum

I'm a stone fruit without any flesh Raw and drained I sit under the moon She is milky and full I see her face for the first time I dream of being reborn in her moonlight The soft grey shadows falling behind me Shadows I will never see I beg the stars to be my guardians Each a messenger A talisman A treasure Tonight I want to be delivered my fortune To be full again like a plum

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I'm a flower in concrete My history deep in dust Brightness is calling The future is a tower to climb

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 3:40 AM UTC

Aisling

I'm a flower in concrete My history deep in dust Brightness is calling The future is a tower to climb

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Look deeply into my eyes Get lost Take note of how I feel now that My husband has died Everything is grief Everything is silent I watch the light fall behind the trees again Every day the light calls to me Keep going This can't be my death bed I am made of salt and bone I am writing a book By living

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC

How to walk through fire

Look deeply into my eyes Get lost Take note of how I feel now that My husband has died Everything is grief Everything is silent I watch the light fall behind the trees again Every day the light calls to me Keep going This can't be my death bed I am made of salt and bone I am writing a book By living

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This is the ending your vows foreshadowed you sung out 'til our story is told' and here I am writing the final chapter The storms stop today coven give me solace as I burst open like a dark spell Your last embrace burrowed deep into my shoulder you were trying to find ground I looked to the ceiling begged it to crack open to rain down dust upon us celestial beings to steal me away from this horrifying outcome From this opening I need a waiata I need a war cry I need to summon a god across the water

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Oct 31, 2019

Oct 31, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC

The books

This is the ending your vows foreshadowed you sung out 'til our story is told' and here I am writing the final chapter The storms stop today coven give me solace as I burst open like a dark spell Your last embrace burrowed deep into my shoulder you were trying to find ground I looked to the ceiling begged it to crack open to rain down dust upon us celestial beings to steal me away from this horrifying outcome From this opening I need a waiata I need a war cry I need to summon a god across the water

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I lay awake And listen to the storm of my life The trees of the past are scraping against the house And the wild wind feels painful Tortured Hurt It's rained for thirty days My writing mothers me the way nothing can or ever has or ever will Unless it's myself I talk to the shadow of the lamp in my room The shadow of the lamp lit only by a little moonlight The moonlight is small like me My grief is bewildering I'm left with nothing but rain and snails to look out for on the front steps.

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Sep 5, 2019

Sep 5, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC

Small like me

I lay awake And listen to the storm of my life The trees of the past are scraping against the house And the wild wind feels painful Tortured Hurt It's rained for thirty days My writing mothers me the way nothing can or ever has or ever will Unless it's myself I talk to the shadow of the lamp in my room The shadow of the lamp lit only by a little moonlight The moonlight is small like me My grief is bewildering I'm left with nothing but rain and snails to look out for on the front steps.

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My hands filled with magic I wave to a new world I saw a Shaman in the mirror He is perching on the snowy mountains and swimming through the ice cold rivers of Ōtautahi We're Chanting a duo in motion my magician my spirit my mana his cloak covers me in gold The drums in my heart are deafening we're bound in vines and ruby wood air sails through the gaps her whisper brings birds on the wind To my feet I am nature I am all Blood bonds and stories I am the clock counting down

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC

Rise

My hands filled with magic I wave to a new world I saw a Shaman in the mirror He is perching on the snowy mountains and swimming through the ice cold rivers of Ōtautahi We're Chanting a duo in motion my magician my spirit my mana his cloak covers me in gold The drums in my heart are deafening we're bound in vines and ruby wood air sails through the gaps her whisper brings birds on the wind To my feet I am nature I am all Blood bonds and stories I am the clock counting down

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Day two in the fog the silence cracks at my skin, My bruises are revealed and grey light falls over me. I collapse into my breath mine to take, mine to hold, mine to release, Floating on the edge of the end

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Jun 23, 2019

Jun 23, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC

The Greys

Day two in the fog the silence cracks at my skin, My bruises are revealed and grey light falls over me. I collapse into my breath mine to take, mine to hold, mine to release, Floating on the edge of the end

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