And when I hear you speak
With joy and sunshine in your words
I can't help but wonder
How all this light
All this love
All this joy
Came from the ruins
Of a soul once burned black

This liminal romance
I am transformed
Reborn anew

She said she didn't mind
If you stayed for a minute
A season
Or a lifetime

I'm on my way
Towards feeling the same
CommonStory Jul 5
Perfection is a virus
You have to survive it
Flaw by any variant
whoever  makes it apparent
Misery loves company
Sorta like an infection

Oh boy oh boy
Are you listening now
When I was young and misunderstood I made my vow
When I got older and grew bolder
I became a clown
And as things headed south
Well they are still headed south
Im just old enough to know better
Whatever better is
And still young enough to not really know what to do right now

They say love is many things
And you can love three times
They say its a chemical reaction
Then after that it takes time
I dont think I've loved like that before
So i don't mind

I've been hurt by my past infatuations  
I'm human
So there's a hole in my heart where that part use to be

And i know there's a hole in your heart that's filled with the very part of me

I don't mind this thang
I dont mind it at all
For anything to bare it's fangs
We all just get older

Growing pains...
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 7/5/2018
When I have nothing inside
I follow the lights
Ahead of me
To grow with grace

Taking a break
To gain something nice

You have to believe
I change my mind

I’m coming home

But,
Where I’m from?

Am I the soul?
Am I the myth?
Am I the stardust?
Or, the galaxy?

Am I the question
Or, the answer
Or, the silence in between

Or, am I the one,
Who lost the identity?
Or, the change
Time waiting for
Genre: Abstract
Theme: All Possibilities
When I have nothing inside
I follow the lights
Ahead of me
To grow with grace

Taking a break
To gain something nice

You have to believe
I change my mind

I’m coming home

But,
Where I’m from?

Am I the soul?
Am I the myth?
Am I the stardust?
Or, the galaxy?

Am I the question
Or, the answer
Or, the silence in between

Or, am I the one,
Who lost the identity?
Or, the change
Time waiting for
Genre:Abstract
Theme: All possibilities
PoserPersona May 17
Million goals set in store
To win your heart back once more
Raise my stock, my self esteem
Never enough, it sadly seems

It's time now...
I know why... But how?
Not to get over it as they say,
but rather accept it. Find a new way
"If Manes can live without Diogenes, why not Diogenes without Manes?" - Diogenes the Dog
Chelsea Lyons May 14
My wings have now found room to spread
Feathers no longer dampened by the hurricane of home
But I never quite learned how to fly
So I look on in yearning as my peers soar through their ocean of sky
while I’m planted on the all too familiar ground
I wonder when I’ll have my turn to take flight
I wonder if my wings might as well be clipped
It’s a matter of time before I just leap
Without a care of whether I fly or fall
Whether I vacate the ground or become it
My feet are already bound by vines
Entrapping each toe into the unforgiving flora
I struggle to break free from my tangling reality
but I will flap my wings and keep hoping I’ll finally soar
Something I wrote a while ago, when I attempted college and just couldn’t keep up.
I hadn’t spoken for so long
a tiny spider had moved in
at the corner of my mouth
eating my words

my tongue laying limp like a
slain dragon at the bottom of the cave
like a king who passed away right there
on his throne having given the last order

my arms almost still as uncontested borders
only palms carry out maneuvers
and fingers patrol the manifestation of expressions
commanded by thought fibers
like puppet soldiers

and the lines in the sand are words
born of themselves
telltale heartstrings stalking now the realm
just outside the eye orbit
oliver Apr 23
forty-eight hours is a long time to wear a binder,
and my ribs are screaming for mercy,
for a break from the compression and lack of mobility.
but it's not that easy.

sometimes i'd rather face the pain,
than face the fact that i am female.
these weights on my chest,
drag me to the ground.
i break down.

i feel locked in my body,
and all i want to do is break free.
nobody should feel the need to shower in the dark,
because the reality of their body is too much for them.
it shouldn't be this way

and i know i shouldn't compare myself to people,
but i cannot stop thinking,
'what if i were cis'.
i think of how much easier everything would be.
i wouldn't have to worry over how long i've been wearing my binder,
or if i pass,

i wouldn't have to worry about turning eighteen,
knowing i will be homeless.
but instead, my mother would celebrate her baby,
becoming a "legal adult."

forty-eight hours wouldn't be a worrying statement,
just another frame of time,
it wouldn't reflect on my self-care routines,
or lack thereof

it'd just be forty-eight hours.
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