Aliyana

Feb 8

Ray Dunn

be the vines,
exist slowly. cautiously.

crawl up, looking for any
footholds to expand your reach.

exist violently.
tear down the bricks of
the building you conquered

and above all else—

rise to the top of what you hate the most.

not the best flow but a viewpoint i live by

#vines #nature #growth

Dec 2023

aspen wilde

we do so many things to escape the reality we live in

all we feel is pain
from a society that has torn us apart.
our words ignite thunder,
and our actions burn scars.
our views have altered because of
dreams crushed by stars.
our reality has deadened,
like our once-beautiful hearts.

we dream, we dance, we act, we sing, we write, we draw, we read
all to be someone else and to escape the reality of hell that we live in.

#escape #pain #society #thunder #scars #crushed #reality #deadened

Dec 2023

Lily O'Quinn

Fool’s Pearls

he strung pearls round my neck
and I strung him from a tree
as he choked his final breath
I crooned, “save a spot in hell for me”

a kiss of red upon his cheek
the ghost of lust haunting his lips
as imprinted on his memory
as the bruising fingers on my hips

he thought me as a canvas
he could paint to be refined
pretty to be looked at
touched with detachment of the mind

the fool should have kept his pearls
and found another portrait to admire
for if you give me a golden candle
I’ll set your world on fire

#fire #pearls #candle #abuse #death #sin #hell #tree #red #kiss

Dec 2023

Lyn-Purcell

Beauty of Ballet

There is a beauty that comes from seeing
a flower dancing in the wind with the
leaves that follow.
It's no different with ballet.
For the art comes from the music within a soul
and the mortal coil brings it to light with
enchanting dances.
For I see myself in a the blank canvas of a theatre
and the Swan Queen graces the canvas as the brush,
with raw love expressed not from her body but her heart.
As she spreads her wings, I can hear the words behind her moves,
the flame that twirls with kaleidoscope wonders.
"I am here," the voice says. "Don't you see? I am here! I am free!
I am freedom!"
And as the Swan dies, broken but content, the crowd erupts
like thunder in the Heavens.
"For you see now," the voice echoes as I claps. "You see now.
The secret language within a soul that passion can only bring out."

A poem from my journal. I happened to be watching Black Swan which is one of my all-time favourite films. Ballet never fails to take my breath away, the beauty overwhelms me.

#beauty #hellopoetry #dance #swan #queen #lake #music #soul #blossom #wings