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 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
~~~@~~~

i break
my chrysalid womb
into a realm
without
protection

my wings
are wet and stunted
cyan jewels lie dew'd
tourmaline
clusters upon the
veins

i'm only beginning
to learn the
nature of flight

i'm at my
most vulnerable
please
protect me
but don't assist me
in my struggle
to break

FREE

~~~@~~~

it took me
disolving time to
emerge
from my own
beautiful
amorphous mess
while I drew
my imaginal discs

i dreamt
of flowers
and their
everlasting
bursting colors

the
celestial skies
and soft
empowering
spring
breeze


~~~@~~~

as i push apart
my place of
safety and security
i find the life
pumping
into my
wingspan

the colors of the
world
entrance me
i am no longer
dreaming
as i drink in
my natural
but still
foreign
home

~~~@~~~

riveting pain
with each
s p r e a d
of these
newly acquiesced
defenseless
delicate
appendiges
this
m e t a m o r p h a s i s
has just begun

my
j o u r n e y
to self discovery
paved with
wrestling and scuffling
everlasting
flight
and
wondering


~~~@~~~

for it is in the
p a I n
we find
g r o w t h

and in the
s t r u g g l e
against
the
safe and secure
that we
at last
find

F R E E D O M

~~~@~~~

dajena m
soulsurvivor
(c) october 10, 2014
There is a story of
A man who saw a
Butterfly struggling
To free itself from the
Confiness of it's
Christalis
He assisted it by
Partially breaking
The leaf like sheath
Later upon
Returning
To the site he found
The butterfly
Dead on the ground

They need the struggle
To push their blood
Into their wings
To live


It has been a great pleasure
Working with
Dajena M
To say the least!

She is a marvel!
 Oct 2014
Rupal
Many masks
Many names,
Misinterpreted
Misunderstood
By choice...

Mask over mask
Bereft of skin
Dare not reveal
What is underneath...

Masquerade
the only way
I dare
I live...

Rawness, nakedness
Unplastered walls.
Debris, wreckage,
where's my mask

Who are you,
who makes me wonder,
who makes me ponder.
Something I never asked before...

**Who am I
 Oct 2014
Christine Bonneau
Words like knifes that cut me deep,
I'm the promise you couldn't keep,

You never treat me like you should,
but when they ask i'll say "we're good"

Took the plunge & jumped right in,
I loved you through thick and thin,

I didn't notice your cold feet,
Congratulations you've got me beat,

Sweet nothings run through my soul,
But loving me was not your goal.
 Oct 2014
XX
I feel like I'm the bag at the end of a rope you drag behind you to and fro, it tears and breaks but you won't let it go.
 Oct 2014
DaSH the Hopeful
Falling in an open coffin
Toppling from my close minded concepts
I just
Digest this life as its fed to me
Yet I think I know the recipe
A stone cold unknown couldn't mess with me
And I have to admit
I'm the **** incessantly
Just to have confidence in my contextual references
Like I'm the man with the plan
Map's in the palm of my hand
Down to the print
Shrouded in wit
In which you cannot stand
Reason I spit when I talk when I'm ****** and I missed two decades of a life
not lived as a man
Understand a fall from grace that isn't so calm and paced but all over the place
Im over my weight in nickels and dimes trying to learn self worth in a selfish time
Rolling around hoping to get so high
I levitate out of my coffin and into the sky
 Oct 2014
Jack
~

I sit on this lonely hillside,
a faint crescent moon smiles
in the silent sky
Gazing across the valley,
finding darkness as the village sleeps
Yet as if a beacon of hope,
a lone light in your window glows
and I wonder if your midnight thoughts ~
are of me
~
Standing at my window,
gazing at the stars
I see new constellations
lining up like arrows in the night sky,
all of them point to you
The crescent moon is smiling
as though it too knows where my heart belongs
My eyes follow the river outside my window,
as it flows in your direction,
carrying thoughts of you
~
I fade off as my imagination
floats me atop a slumbering tree line
soft branches guide me
along the curves of a shadowed river bank
Gently I come to rest outside your window,
mesmerized by beauty as your enchanting eyes
reflect the star laced heavens
An autumn chill finds me and I long to fold
into the comfort of your October caress
~
The wood in the fireplace
cracks and sizzles
I feel its ribbons of warmth
gathering, wrapping around me
like a lover's warm embrace
stirring those feelings in my heart
the longing for you,
to stop and to stay
the next time your journey
brings you my way
~
Enchanting flames flicker, illumining my path,
a nervous sensation engulfs my body
as only a heart deeply in love can,
when the door opens, you smile,
melting me where I stand
Soothing arms pull me in and we kiss,
passion evolves in star dust shimmers...
My eyes again open...I still sit this lonely hillside,
imagination fading with the light in your window
and I wonder if your midnight dreams ~ will be of us

Gently I close the curtains and
move away from the window
I stoke the fire,
its soothing heat
settling upon my face
my face, a smile flickering
as the embers of my heart glow anew
with thoughts of you, us
I glance deeply into my longing dreams
All things I need,
lead to you and me,
*together
A collaboration with my beautiful and talented friend Ana Sophia. She sure does make me look good.
 Oct 2014
Dhaye Margaux
"Give me your hand," I asked her
So she gave her hand to me
I handled it with care and love
As I put the band to my wife-to- be

"Lend me your ears," I told her
So she stopped saying a word
She listened carefully to what I say
She never showed she's tired or bored

For hours she leaned on my shoulder
While we talk about our fate
She pressed my nose and said "I love you"
Oh, with her, I enjoyed the date

"Give me your heart," she said to me
"Oh, sorry, I can't give a heart
For you're already holding it for a year
It's already yours from the start."

"Then give me your name," she said to me
But I smiled and teased her more
"I won't give it to you without a seal
So it will be yours forevermore!"
From a man's POV...
 Oct 2014
r
she writes of the falling days
- knows them well, one can tell

simple things like string
and wrappings
autumn and swallows -
hollow places she has seen
in boxes and photographs

and so it is -  the falling days
the number of birds at my feeder are fewer
no more humming, no painted buntings
-only my homies come now, my vato birds, my mijas

the cardinal, both red and green
the nuthatch and chickadee, the titmouse-
all three
the wrens and finches, too-

and the blues still like to bathe
in the pyrex baking dish sun warmed
on a sunny day-serenaded by the mocking
one hopping from grub to worm below

- my usual feathered friends
not caring about the weather-fair or foul
and in the pale blue, a gull still laughs
at the folly of it all-

leaving goes slowly-
a spiraling, a gust of wind-
days slowly graying
shorter, lightly fading
- friends, they go

the falling days, change and leavings
leave me - well, you know...

i see the simple things
that soothe, like string
and wrappings, swallows -

- autumn, you know?

r ~ 10/6/14
inspired by the writing of Sonja Benskin Mesher

http://hellopoetry.com/sonja-benskin-mesher/
 Oct 2014
Jack
I’m thinking of a place
With a monkey and a sled
A brand new jar of cottage cheese
Just resting on the bed
An envelope with butterflies
Upon the stamp it wears
And a basement sitting at the top
Of someone else’s stairs
~
A very special place
Where the beach is at your door
And multicolored tangerines
Will help you mop the floor
A casserole with tuna
In a bowl of cocoa beans
Where a question is an answer
Or at least that’s what it seems
~
A place where you will notice
That the sun it always shines
And toaster ovens tick away
Below the shuttered blinds
Jeopardy is on the tube
Wherever you may go
Antiques shuffle down the street
As every road will show
~
When you are in this special place
A trolley will say hi
A weeping willow sings a song
As it forgets to cry
Hibiscus on the front porch
Welcome all who do drop in
The price it has been lowered
As the morning comes again
~
You’ll see while in this special place
A necklace on a whale
And smiles at the dollar store
They always are on sale
A seagull and a crescent moon
Now share the skies above
But most of all while in this place
You’ll see that you are loved
~
You will learn this special place
It lives within my heart
To offer you a haven
When we find we are apart
A sanctuary nestled deep
That forever will be true
For here within this special place
I always will love you
 Oct 2014
Jack
~

My entire life, days I didn’t even know I existed,
hours I sat in the window staring out
Moments spent walking along empty highways
exhaustedly scanning the horizons
Gazing into the night sky, dreaming beyond the moon
Pacing a weakened floor, counting the creaks
Peering behind shadow coated tree lines,
reaching for that which has eluded me

spent looking for you, not even sure who you were
Just knowing that you were out there
you…it has always been you

Sitting on a curb, head in my hands,
lost within the thoughts of my fate,
dreaming of the darkness which seems to follow me,
I feel a warmth, the cold wind changes
Soft hands upon my shoulders rest
and I look between crossed fingers,
seeing that smile, those eyes, realizing
I have not found you…you have found me

You lift me, I feel light, weightless,
as your lips meet mine, and I see
you…it has always been you

Suddenly it all makes sense,
while feeling time was wasted,
remembering footprints mounting the many faded trails,
sunlight opens a new chapter
proving I was not wrong  
Love has found me and it is
you…it has always been you
 Oct 2014
Dhaye Margaux
So complicated
So difficult
There should be no mistake
There should be no fault

So disgusting
So stressful
I should always smile
I should look beautiful

Life should look perfect
Though it is like a mess
Under the bright spotlight
Everyone makes a guess

Look at me in the eye
I am a celebrity
Only beautiful things
You can see them from me

I smile and laugh
I never look dry
Under the bright spotlight
I should never cry
Under the limelight...
 Oct 2014
Sana
I would have loved
For you to be here
Right now
With me
As I am lost between
Fragments of moments
And as my thoughts get tangled
Everytime I try to put them into
Wor(l)ds
Come and go
Leaving me awake
In-betweens
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