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Damocles Apr 3
This shell wasn’t meant to open,
Not when the tepid world could never
See the beauty within the calm of lilac,
The serene scent of stargazers,
Or symmetric patterns of hydrangeas

Invisible, walking among
Miserable, unable to remain strong
Malleable to conformist reform,
Toe the line - chanting “one of us!”

Lies told in mirrors
While the mirrors reflect truth,
Yearning for you to see beauty in -
Vivid viola, Cherry blossoms, or blue forget-me-nots.
Longing for you to see me.

And when I took the chance,
Hatched from this husk,
Let the real explore like a settler
Claiming myself one among an adoptive tribe
I knew the doors to your imaginary kingdom would close,

Now, I’m just one of those
No longer worthy of accolade,
Not receiving past praise
Of blazed trails of those I’ve laid
Endowment blessed,
Heart is an open hotel to rest your head
Vacated and yellow taped
Murdered because I dared to show you

Beauty in nightshade, pink rose, and iris
Neon pink, UV purple, and Cold cathode blue
My compass was never broken; it always rang true
It’s just led me through detours to journey here

And I must ask,
Blunt as I could make it.
Until you're unable to turn away
And left to face this,

Truly,
Dearly,

Is it because I’m Bi?
Well, is it?
  Apr 3 Damocles
Meg Thompson
the floor was wet, and slippery.
beautiful shades of brown, and as the floor started to shake,
it fell through,
to an abyss, or so I thought.
As I float through space, looking around me covered in stars,
a doorway opens, and I fall through.
I start to scream, and I start to yell as
branches start to scratch me and there I fell.
Lost, and alone
I look around me.
"I hear crickets." I say, confused and on guard.
But it's quiet, and it's peaceful.
I walk and I hear leaves crunch under me, the oranges and the yellows.
Another door appears, an arm reaching through this space.
"You finally made it! You're here!"
I grab his hand and walk through.
  Apr 3 Damocles
Nylee
Head to toe,
I am trying to stretch my toes
Lying on the bed.

Crying on quite late
It's like world wishes well but out to get me,
It's some kind of curse or a blessing,
I don't quite know.

I would hope to run and go
But there is no hiding.
In this simulation
We are trying to play,
But needless to say
We are quite good at losing,
Nothing is really of our choosing.

Miracles come in if you let them in
Trust is a game, quite demanding.
I don't know, which road I am walking
Indeed it's late, I could be sleeping,
But here I am pondering
The ideas come in a bind
I dont feel the world rise
the thirst is untimed.


Toe to head,
My weary feet, the growing heat
still up upon on the bed.

Recall the day, the miles they trod
Each step a choice, a nod from God?
Or just the path laid out for me
In this grand play, for all to see?

My legs feel heavy, muscles tight
From battles fought, in fading light.
My heart still beats, a steady drum
Though sometimes lost, and feeling numb.
My hands lie still, their work now done
Though yearning still, for someone's sun.

My thoughts still race, a restless tide
Where hopes and fears can't truly hide.
My eyes stare up, into the dark
A silent question, leaving its mark.

My head now rests, upon the sill
Of sleep's soft door, against my will.
Perhaps in dreams, a truth I'll find
Beyond the thoughts that cloud my mind.
From toe to head, I'm just a soul
Trying to make myself feel whole.
  Apr 3 Damocles
Steve Page
Beauty lies beneath.
Wait for it to emerge.
New shoots, rich earth.

Part the foliage.
Give them more light.
A chance to fight.

Simply crouch.
Dip your head.
See beneath.

Beauty lies beneath
the bleak.
Worth the effort.
Damocles Apr 3
Bathing in the divine light,
Drinking Gaia’s tears,
Blanketed in the rich, nourishing soil,
Ephemeral ancient souls,
Last remnants of husk and bone,
Nutrient.

Budding with purpose,
Cocooned in elegance,
Destined deliverance,
Feel the swell of life like a rising tide,
Every secret knowledge gathered,
Pressed upon vibrant limbs.

Now bloom.
Damocles Apr 3
Little laddie was a baddy,
Broke the rules -
Missused daddy's tools
Chucked rocks at fools
Watched as brother rocked a squirrel
Brother socked a loser
But mummy wasn't a soother.

Tooth fairy principled
Knock-Loose discipline
Lost tooth hits the porcelain
Another root dug out
Pick out the weeds
And let the rot grow from trees

Laddie in a playground
Abandoned by the swings,
Inert babbling,
Whistling through the gap
Where his teeth once yapped

Aghast,
A wolf approaches
Jiggling a bag of mummy's teeth.
Sometimes you suffer from some traumas and need to write about it, this one isn't necessarily my story, but it is something I heard about.
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