Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
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Times I've craved for this moment,
Till I'm all broken,
Apart from my body who's spoken,
I want this enjoyment.

So stay tonight just to restore,
Towards the door,
Upon this you can explore,
Ending up with more.

Your hands are in my hair,
And it's so unfair,
I watch you as your eyes stare,
And lust is in the air.

Now we're doing it all again,
This time with chains,
We could go straight to fast lane,
So this can maintain.

Your bare skin under mine,
As the clock ticks nine,
We could go one more time,
This is too divine.

How can you care about me when you don't even care
about yourself?