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 Oct 2020 Nellie 55
Strying
Laying on a deathbed in heaven,
They said there was only happiness here,
forever.
Now all I wish for is
My heart to stop,
My lungs to empty,
To breathe my last breath.
So I just lay on my deathbed,
Looking at the perfect,
sparkling,
sky.
Just a dystopian view on heaven, eternal life may not be the dream. People want to move on not necessarily live forever, and happiness would fade over time if you have everything you want.
Something wild
Something calm
Something rides
for us at dawn
Something stolen
Something black
A thing unsettling
on the track
Something feathered-
Something flees-
A thing corrupted
A darkling beast
A cry goes up
A call for aid
A loaded gun
A sharpened blade
Here we stand
Arm to arm
Where night is thick
and blood is warm
Though we may die
We stand as one
Against the night
And what may come
just looove dark imagery. I hope you enjoy this one, it's one of my recent favourites
Dearest October,
please be kind -
already the leaves are flame-bright,
and made fragile -
I am the same:
ready to fall to the earth
decay
and find rebirth among the twining roots

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are changing hue
and grown fragile
in the season of change,
ready to feed the hungry ground -
fodder for the spring rot

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are tearing away,
plucked and pulled by each ardent breeze,
My roots grow deep,
bracing for the winter
and the dark night of rest
Wrote this on September 30th as I pondered the change of the seasons and what autumn means to me 🍂
I sought the earth
With trembling hands
Raking
My fingers
Against black soil
Deeper and deeper
I dug with
Urgency
Aching and rusty
I turn over
Rock and bone
I died at my death
And that was a shame
My sun went to nova
With no one to name

I died at my death
And that was a pain
My song undersung
And nothing to gain

I died at my death
You called out my name
Weeping and broken
But no one's to blame

I died at my death
I went to the grave
What I spent of my duty
My heart couldn't save

I died at my death
They put up a stone
My flesh fall to rot
Til there's nothing but bone
One day I will be murdered
And buried by
The tender hands of my lover
They will pour soil over my pale body
While moonlight pours from the heavens
They will bury me
With moonstone and rubies
Another gem of the raw earth
The best treasures are always buried deep
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