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Tara Apr 2020
Find me, chase me, pin me to the ground
I am yours, fierce lioness
Yours to hunt and hound
Hurt me, hit me, throw me to the wind
I am yours, fierce lioness
Yours to scar and skin
Toy with me, free me, let me run away
I am yours, fierce lioness
Yours to mark as prey
Watch me, stalk me, make me ******* fear
I am yours, fierce lioness
Yours to catch like deer
Wound me, eat me, use me for your game
I am yours, fierce lioness
Yours to **** and maim.
Tara Apr 2020
They look at you like you're the moon,
shadows, secrets and brooding
You try to bring light to their darkness,
but they fear the unknown and,
in fearing the unknown they fear you
The moon is a mystery even to herself
Don't you know they need warmth as well as light?
Don't you know you soothe them after the Sun's blinding rays?
Well, perhaps you never asked to be the moon,
but it was always your destiny.
Just as it is the moon's destiny to fall for the Sun,
even die for her.
Belle Apr 2020
i remember this time years ago where the trees were full
i look at pictures and the trees have green beauty
now i look outside and they are naked
as my soul screeches i feel exposed,
just as the trees do
the wind blows and it goes right through them
if it's strong enough it will knock them down
a bird cannot hide
a bird cannot be protected
a bird cannot make a nest
without something disturbing it
i feel for the trees
they're ruined!
once a long time ago the trees were beautiful and full
they now sit,
barren and troubled.
i am the trees
Life showers you
With hot springs
And metaphorical rocks
And then there are metaphorical truths
Even when in rock bottom
Induced
thispanman Mar 2020
Look at her
Perfect in all ways
But that illusion
Is just smoke

Look at him
Number one jockey
But that role
Is just smoke

Look at them
carefree and happy
But that smile
Is just smoke

She is depressed
He is abused
They are neglected
And nobody can see

Beyond the smoke
I was given the random prompt of "smoke", so I decided to make it a feeling instead of an object. I guess this idea is not new, but I tried. Everyone has their own smoke, but my hope is that you smother the embers and air out the smoke so that people can see you as clear as glass.
crowther Nov 2019
look.

we both know that I am nothing to you. but you are something to me. I am just a speck wandering yet you make me sparkle out of nowhere. you touched my weeping heart with your ecstatic hands that tickles to call out being alive. but, you've touched so many, I thought I was special. or was just that feeling that people crave and you sought to fill those but not to me. I linger away that fuzz for I know it was only temporary. I better have the coffee I have every day. It gives the same feeling but it lacks you anyway.
a prose
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