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Emma Grace Dec 2024
The push, the pull, the press
One button, two minds, and three words.

Off it goes, it explodes.
No rhyme no reason.

The Thoughtful path, The Thorned path.
Yellow pebbles when looking in,
Where red roses begin to sprout.

The weary step, the feet begin to shake.

The warmth of gold gravel turns to painful pokes.

Treading as it turns to May, more scarlet petals lay.

The one blooming bruise, the two weeks later, and three sleepless nights.

The time it takes to be one place.

-Grace <3
Hello everyone!
I wrote this as I fell asleep so it has no specific topic. Let me know what resonated with you.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
Tearing up in the most peculiar of ways,
I’m merely another chapter, unfolding with each
new page for every dawn—my narrative, born from
an unexpected prologue, leaves me pondering the
conclusion.

It should be an inclusive story,
but it's often so exclusive to the author’s constant habits
of being a reclusive – my eyes could narrate ten thousand
muses; yet the art of writing these days, has become so
elusive.

I was once a pen, transformed into the very letters
that compose each sentence, and crafting a narrative.
And with every sunrise, I pen another page in this
Book of I.
Daniel Tucker Dec 2024
May we learn to tread lightly on older and newer paths in our personal lives that lead onwards and upwards into the continuing
restoration of our inner worlds rising like Main Sequence suns to aid in replacing that which was lost in ever-darkening outer worlds.
© 2024
Daniel Tucker

The term "main sequence sun" refers to the phase of the sun's life when it's fusing hydrogen into helium in its core. This phase is the longest part of a star's life, and it's when the star is most stable. Our sun is still shining at its peak.

So, let's start shining or continue to keep on
shining into the darkness of this
world through our own
individual light.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
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My skins are woven in verses; this lyrical matter
I may not blend in everywhere; but it doesn’t matter
Don’t anticipate a fragrance of always being blessed,
I’m not exactly a gift from the skies, or a heaven sent.
  
Even if I’m used, don’t brand me as useless,
just use me less. And if I appear distant from love,
don’t label me heartless, I’m just choosing to use
my heart less…

Constructing barriers along the streets of life
even though I doubt foundations as concrete,
Coming in to complete a sheet of my worth -
still finding the chords; I seem so incomplete.


What are my labels:
lost, confused, hopeless, & odd
But correctly said, "these labels aren't all
I'll be - still I be, yond a star, a beauty nestled
within the clouds, to know I must always look,

Beyond!
Mark Wanless Dec 2024
stupefying the
ignorance of innocence
Creepypastafairy Dec 2024
As I walk around 

I see that there in 

A crack of cement 

Is a plant growing

As I find that the plant is struggling 

I water it

And help it grow 

Soon there are buds on the plant

A flower




It’s a poppy

Doing the impossible
Mark Wanless Nov 2024
i am starting now
help me teacher i just want
Sara Barrett Nov 2024
I have traversed untamed landscapes,
Where each step became a dialogue with the earth—
A delicate negotiation of trust and healing.
Roots intertwined with silent, profound stories,
Grounding me in resilience,
Stories of my ****** assault are now embedded in the soil.

Rocks stood silent, bearing witness to the relentless bullying and gaslighting.
Their stillness echoed the weight of those memories and the growth that followed—
Unyielding yet steady, much like the strength I built with every step.

In this journey, I grappled with self-discovery,
Navigating the boundaries of my being,
Especially as an autistic soul in a world that often misunderstood me.
Each struggle revealed new layers of my identity,
As I sought to understand my place amidst the noise.

The weight of expectations felt heavy,
But I learned to carve out spaces where I could breathe.
My peace was no gentle stream;
It was a summit earned through struggle—
Vast, unyielding, and hard-won.

As I ascended this demanding peak,
The view stretched far beyond the horizon,
Revealing landscapes of healing,
Belonging to all who had climbed beside me.
From this vantage point, I saw how our journeys intersected,
Each of us is a testament to perseverance.

I welcomed others not for comfort,
But for their courage,
Those willing to face the rough terrain,
Understanding that climbing meant shouldering the weight
And sharing breaths.

Belonging was not a destination;
It was a connection—a living, breathing understanding.
Our paths twisted and turned,
Yet they ran parallel, rooted in the same soil
Of shared struggle and triumph.

What I learned was this:
We do not belong by walking the same path,
But by the act of walking itself.
By moving, by simply being,
We claimed our place in the world.

Once, I sought familiar steps but found only uncharted terrain.
Now, every trail I walk becomes a bridge to cross.
And with each step, the earth beneath me whispers:
I am not alone.
This powerful poem explores the journey of healing and self-discovery through the metaphor of navigating untamed landscapes. It reflects on the impact of trauma—specifically ****** assault and bullying—on identity, particularly from the perspective of an autistic individual. The imagery of roots and rocks symbolizes resilience and the shared weight of experiences, highlighting that true belonging emerges not from similar paths but from the collective act of moving forward together.
Silence Screamz Nov 2024
Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days

Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week

Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes

The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us

We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.

Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness

My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.

Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace
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