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Damocles Apr 15
Tasting pungent, brackish tears,
Never satisfied with the depthless darkness,
Tenebrous fingers reaching from the inside out,
Spreading fingers from my chest resemble an autumnal oak,
Leafless and outstretched, yearning for a new death.
And the light, so certain, could set it ablaze,
With its auroral gleam, yet the darkness persists,
Like caramel or toffee,
Glued in with a sickly, messy adhesion.
I yearn to self-immolate, burning as a phoenix,
Shedding these acrimonious ashes and burning like a beacon,
An emancipation from the amorphous tar tendrils,
And a new embrace into the cleansing sun.
no matter how bad it looks, how dark and depressing it gets, the sun has to and will always shine again.
Damocles Apr 15
You, yes you
The one always seeking my validation
I deny your application with a simple snide smile
And let you know with snark reverence
That you think that you’re relevant
But you mistake not giving a **** for passiveness
Truth be told, I bide my time,
One sunshine at a time in my backyard with my pup,
Just us and my peace of mind.

So if being pugnacious makes you validated
Let you forever fire salvos over my iron dome
And know that when you come a knocking’
There’s nobody left at home,
Because I’ve already moved on and into the next frame
Where life for me is but a shade of happiness you could never afford in shade,
I leave you here with pittance, rot, and shame
Argue with ghosts that haunt you, but the mirror holds the truth to blame.
BLT Webster's word of the day Challenge  4/15

Word of the Day: Pungnacious
Meaning: having a quarrelsome or combative nature
Meaning:
Damocles Apr 15
She speaks like a morning zephyr—
Whispers in my ears so tender,
Warming my heart to a char like a burning ember.
I’ve become her star, illuminating the dark—
And I’ll guide her to the pillars of galaxies,
Fat beyond the expanse of forever,
If only to taste her lips.

She is a diamond—
Laced with sapphire, ruby,  and emeralds—
All that is precious and earthen.
The very fabrics of life that shine with blinding resplendence,
All that sparkles inside the iris of her beautiful scrying orbs
That pierces me like a pagoda gun, seeing through the holes she creates
My ramparts crumble under the weight of her smile
And I am a stalwart centurion -
I’ll guard her like precious treasure.

This little light of mine.
i wanted to write something evocative of love and how one can want to become the ultimate defender of it, and how fragile and precious it is.
Damocles Apr 15
Save me,
I’m drowning in a sea of doubts,
Life rafts have sunk, and this birch log is soggy
There’s so much I want to say if I could say.

Save me,
My voice feels hoarse,
There’s a sharp pain in my chest when I breathe
And I’m not quite sure if you’re still here with me.

Save me,
Violence deafens reason,
No longer listening to conscience
When red is such a pretty shade to paint the roadways.

Save me,
There’s a dream I had,
Stolen in the waking beat of lashes
And I can’t go back home,
Can’t find my way back down those roads
That brought me to a happy end.

ā€œGoodbye sunshine,
In the wake of all the storms I’ve been
The wreck I cause in the wake of retribution
Somewhere in this tsunami wave
I’ve washed upon the shore, not sure of self
Who did I become to win a war already won?ā€

Save me,
I fear what’s to come,
If I don’t find the sun,
Need to shine in the garden,
Grow my precious crop,
And harvest the goodness like a wholesome truth.
We all get a little down in our feelings. Sometimes, you feel like life is an uphill battle or that you have to defeat those who are chaotic evil in the world. Sometimes, you have to realize you have to protect your own peace at any cost. Let the Law handle things, and let karma catch up to those who choose to do harm. This isn't a cry of defeat, this is me boldly saying, "Hey, I've lost what made me me, help me regain perspective."
Damocles Apr 14
If these tainted deeds and misgivings are etched in my blood,
Then please, take them to me like a maple tree.
Tap into my veins and drain the ichor.
Let its sticky black residue confine your lungs to heavy, heaving breaths.
Then, you can tell me the weight I carry.

If sickness is pre-determined, and my mind is meant to bend and break,
Then pierce my eye with your pick and hammer.
Chisel ego into id and supersize its purpose.
Until my destiny is marbled like the rarest steak,
Cook me until I am less raw.
Like unforgiving nerves exposed to the cold, slow thaw.

Fate does not choose me. I deny it the grace of a salutation.
I choose my destiny by way of destination. Of my choosing.
See, I like to spin the globe, throw a dart upon a map,
And roam where the tip lands.
To carve an unbeaten path.
I am my own master, beholden to none other.
No god, petty demon, or fallen angel.
Not a pious man, nor a shrewd woman could tame the force within me.
I am the whirlwind.
You are not a burden, you are not weird because you don't fall in line, you are not your family's mistakes or traumas, you are you. You are a force you didn't even know existed. Be the whirlwind, shake up your status quo, be more because you are more.
Damocles Apr 14
The wind was a delicate caress,
Like tiny jets of zephyrs gently brushing against the branches.
It was so subtle that the nimble verdant limbs trembled in response,
Mimicking the soothing sound of a seashore.
Just step onto the deck and close your eyes,
And let the warmth of the sun envelop you like a long-awaited hug.
Its light kisses your pale skin, infused with melanin, 

And toasts you to a perfect shade of cinnamon.

You can feel the excitement of vacation coursing through your veins,
Rising and falling with each breath.
If you..shhh, calm down, and relax,
You can experience the weightlessness of shedding a world’s burden from your stubborn shoulders.
There’s life in this moment, even in the comfort of your own backyard.

Listen to the songbirds’ cheerful chirps
And the playful chatter of chipmunks scurrying along.
But resist the urge to open your eyes and embrace the present moment.
Live in a dreamlike state, where you can savor the taste of freedom.
How it tastes like silk and watermelon, or lemon lime, sublime
This moment has the power to transform your life,
Banishing the harmful cancers of sadness that have plagued you.
No more today, when you bask in the sun’s rays, feeling a renewed pep in your step
And confidence in your sway.
As the day unfolds, the rain clouds may roll in tomorrow, but not today.
It is beautiful outside, and I think we are too quick to take it for granted, but there are moments where you can carve out those tiny bits of peace for yourself.
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