I'd always been a little bearcub Feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulsh of the forest floor Seasons are changing, though I'm finally standing up on my hind legs Raising my hands high, speaking up for the first time Hoping that maybe you can hear me now Letting my growls grow, my echo, rumbling through the trees Feeling the breeze in my hair Knowing that I have made it I am home
~Finally started my medical transition and my voice is starting to drop~
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Is it... fallen snow, frozen over a cold evening- Amber and bronze leaves, felled by a cool autumn breeze? Or is it simply my barky breakfast bar, leaving me wondering if others can hear me chewing... I know my mouth is closed, I am trying to be courteous... But can they hear it?
its been so long since I’ve written you down and since, there have been other you’s that have come and gone like these seasons, steady
so now it is Fall again, the time last year during which my heart was aching as you vanished from my side; I stopped and watched as you went; you went so slowly
i stand now, still abandoned like a tree from its leaves but I do stand, and I wonder what you’re doing now, but only for a moment before I continue walking; listening as the leaves that were silenced crunch beneath my sentimental feet.
They just keep gnawing on my bones They're glassy eyed they look like drons With a persistent chewing grinding away It goes on all night and day Teeth scraping on bone the sounds unnerving They think my bones they are deserving They just keep gnawing, and bitting through But this is nothing very new Teeth on bone, crunch crunch, crunch Gnawing on me again for lunch
The Mongoose dances with the Cobra Bending and twitching, it looked like yoga One little ***** of those poisons fangs Will leave it dying in ravenous pain The Mongoose so small and frail It looks like the dance with the Cobra is sure to fail The jumping and striking is memorizing to watch Looking exhausted they raise it up a notch A dance to the death is the show before me The Cobra's hood is all I can see He sways from side to side trying to hypnotize But I can hear the Mongoose's chattering cries Bouncing back and fourth on legs of springs The Cobra strikes, you can hear the zing The Mongoose is to fast, to the side it jumps Then comes the bone crushing crunch As the snakes body curls in on it's self into a ball Looks like the mongoose won after all
So even if you think of yourself as small Be the mongoose when problems come to call
Waves are pushing the shore Continents are drifting from the top of the core On the other hand existence is grounding more Who made this life and torn? How did the beauty born? And who left this earth alone? Who lost the time in a cyclone blown? I am standing far from the any And the waves are making the sounds of penny! I see the wee time folds within the ripples of many -
### @ Musfiq us shaleheen
Everything is going to be crunched and making new existence in course of time and we are always try to make our existence but never thought about who are fate less and deprived ......