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2.5k · Jul 2016
The Storm
Blue Duiker Jul 2016
I am afraid of a thing.
That thing I don’t even know what is.
Fire rises to ****, stealing life and rain
It purges the land of everything
‘Till there’s nothing left to stand.

I am afraid of something.
Of something I cannot name.
Storm and thunder are here
A swirling mass of destructive winds
Breaking people and mortal beings.

What am I afraid of, I can’t say.
What are you afraid of? I can’t answer.
The grounds get up to meet the bees
They get up to curse the sky
Why do you even bother, if you’re just going to lie?

I am afraid of a being I cannot name.
I am scared of something, of something I can’t stand.
The thunder and lightning crash
Forceful enough to blow away most things

We die protecting.

I am afraid of a storm.
The storm that, inside me, rages on.
I fight to keep it in, keep it hidden.
But I am losing, that I’m aware of.

And one day, the storm,
Will destroy everything I fought for.
1.3k · Aug 2016
You Remind Me Of Me, Flower
Blue Duiker Aug 2016
You are not like the rest, flower.
You are definitely taller than a tower,
Your body has those drops of a waterfall shower,
And your silence reminds me of the day after tomorrow.
878 · Jul 2016
Mute
Blue Duiker Jul 2016
I had loved you.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
I had loved you.
Even if I was still too small to seriously feel.

You cared for me, nurtured me, protected me,
Yet I had never told you just how much I cared.
I had never told you how much I was jealous when my brothers
Said they loved you, and I could never say.

I never spoke to you, not even a bit.
I never thought I could ever feel so much guilt.
Even after so many years,
Even after so many tears,
I regret never telling you just what I truly feel.

I loved you with all the strength of a universe,
No one could deny.
Even after so much remorse.
Even after so many lies.

Now it is too late to tell you that I love you;
Say the the three words that now cause me pain to say.
I will forever live with the regret
Of starting to talk so late.
Story of an adopted daughter who wishes she could have said she loved her father but started talking years after he died.
821 · Jul 2016
In/Sanity
Blue Duiker Jul 2016
In the sea of voices,
My mind is loud,
As if people weren't enough already,
It starts to scream.
I keep my head bowed
But my eyes are wide awake.

I can't escape this surreal reality.
820 · Aug 2016
Just a Phase
Blue Duiker Aug 2016
It's just a phase...
… A lovely bit of me is falling away
     My mind is losing itself in the fake
     A harrowing idea is growing with each day...
Sometimes, it's not just a phase.
753 · Jan 2017
The Destroyer
Blue Duiker Jan 2017
It's just what I do,
There is no reason to.
Behind me the aftermath is gory,
So when I pass in all my glory,
Before all this happens, before I reach you,
Don't skip in your step.

*Move
633 · Nov 2016
Fire Trees
Blue Duiker Nov 2016
There was once a family that was you and me.
We were happy and loved each other more than anyone could possibly see,
And we spoke of each other with all the lovely gentleness of the leaves,
So that the our passion couldn't even be surpassed by the fire trees.

Yes, I loved you and you loved me,
Beyond what others could ever hope to see,
And we loved, us six, like siblings were we,
So that everyone looked on us and envied, how lovely were we.

There was once a water rise on the shores of our reef.
The water rose beyond our lovely trees,
And it carried me away from the love we so had we,
So that I could not find my way back to ye.

Yes, I hated this and you hated me,
Thinking I ran away in between the fire trees,
And I hurt from afar that you would think such of me,
So that I've gotten sick from my nostalgic fantasies.

There will one day be a day when you come for me.
I waited so long for you to find me.
You'll come for me, I know you will for me.

When you do, please, -
Unbury me,
Then bury me,
Next to the fire trees.
Dedicated to C.E. (24 November, 2016)
558 · Jul 2016
Your Destiny
Blue Duiker Jul 2016
She gently placed her heart on the ground.
She prayed and wished it wouldn't grow down.
But the heart had known something else,
And turned around for a different chance.
It grew cold and white, very dark and little light.
The child had not expected this merciless might,
And so cried and leaped into the fright.
When she had placed her heart to choose,
She had thought it wouldn't turn blue.
But now she saw what wasn't meant,
And turned around for a different chance.
My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me. - Imam al-Shafi'i
305 · Jul 2016
Small Things
Blue Duiker Jul 2016
A powerful wind blows
Throughout the fields.
Flowers shiver down bellow
As if their roots are fins.

In the sea
Of the flowery field,
I bend and pick me
A little flower seed.

It will reach its peak in a vase, I know,
For I will save it this day once more,
Though in the end nothing will be left to show.
Brighter than before, it stands proudly to mourn.
Of all the flowers I could have picked to save, it is this one little seed instead.

— The End —