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hsn Jan 15
feelings mistaken for harsh statements
and deepest thoughts concealed through
faux fur and a desire for understanding
hsn Jan 15
i am forever a balance of weakness and soft skin
with scales forever still as a statue, carrying the
burdens of heavy insecurities that i can
never comprehend and understand
hsn Jan 15
HIS dream of gold
is mistaken for dirt
that taints the hearts
of the most clement
hsn Jan 15
they say i am a presumed light of my family,
the potential that seeps through the endless night
and the luminescence that persists through the dark
and yet, harboring all these emotions and deep feelings
i am but a shadow playing fool with myself and others
hsn Jan 15
.
coursing my veins
still blades pursue
thin threads of peace
that keep me together
with weak tendrils
of coping habits
that have barely
managed to wrap
themselves around
my flesh and mind
  Jan 15 hsn
Liana
I do not
Fit into any of the groups

I am a color not found on the puzzle
Or maybe visible by the human eye

But I am constantly on the watch
For other wanderers
School has very distinct groups, none of which I fit in to. I try to find others who don't fit--no luck so far.

(This note was written by a caterpillar that went to the store to buy some candy but the realized that he could go skydiving instead. When he did that he died because he decided that no parachute could tell him what to do. The end.)
hsn Jan 14
accumulation of outer thoughts
build the mind of a fragile husk
quietly, they have been shaped
to what they are now; the effects
of a mindless egregore called influence
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