Isaac 2d
in only three
days I will be
pushed out of
the category
of being super young
my twenties have begun
I secretly hope
that I won't lose the fun
of life and living
getting and giving
dancing to the tunes
my heart is singing
dreaming dreams
scheming schemes
excitedly studying
captivating themes
hoping big hopes
crossing thin ropes
and climbing over
giant big slopes
as the next lot
of years slot
their way into me
I hope I will not
lose my inner child
by becoming mild
may my heart forever
burn free and wild
Written 17 August 2018
a breath catches on my teeth
as it tries to escape, and it snarls
as it claws at freedom.

my teeth are a prison's gates;
my duty is to maintain the silence.

while the confinement holds,
my words die, discontent;
the scratches on the wall continue to wait.
This is me, heart pounding and carrying its base evenly but thunderously through my veins. This is me, wildly alive in this moment with adrenaline instead of blood. This is me, believing in infinite possibilities and longing to try them all.

This is the me that loves to dance, letting the beat direct and caress my body. This is the me that does karate, adoring the power and capability that lines my muscles and limbs. This is the me that shoots a bow, craving the rush of hitting a target, savouring the sting in my fingertips from releasing the string. This is the me that careens down hills and around dirt corners in the forest, chasing gravity and the wind.

This is the wild animal that sits in my chest, caged and hidden. People are always surprised that this cautious intellectual has something feral wrapped around her bones.

It just smirks in response, howling, "Well here I am."
I think this is probably one of my favourite pieces that I've ever written.
Seanathon Aug 8
There is a quiet hour
       Between the mountains

When the trees are higher in the crown
       Than any expectation

And life, wildlife, lays bare beneath
       Resting at the feet of man most kind

Be it moved or unshown
       In this afternoon hour

The quiet distance covers the in-betweens
       And is found there, atop the tops
Written atop and yet between two mountains
Samantha Aug 2
Do you have the supplies? Did you get the shopping list? Okay, good. Let's begin.


    Step 1. Give her a wild mind, a heart that won't settle for "good enough", that won't stop trying.

    Step 2. Show her the world through a window pane, tinted glass. Give her a taste of what beauty could be, but don't give enough to make it last.

    Step 3. Grant her such magic, such power in her veins, that she doesn't fit in anywhere, no mold, no shape, no box. Never let her feel too content. Don't give her enough to feel secure in her state. Keep her floating, treading water, climbing rocks.

    Step 4. Don't help when she's hurt, don't listen when she cries. Let her be lonely. Leave her. Let her fall in, let her drown, let her dive.

    Step 5. Allow the dust to settle, the wet to dry.

    Step 6. Look out! Here comes her soul, on that piece of paper there, her latest masterpiece.


Congratulations. You have made an artist.
A prayer for the wild at heart

Kept in a dirty cage underneath

An old abandoned staircase

Keeping time with ugly kings

Screaming loudly in silence

There is no redemption for you

With bloody tears in tired eyes

Silver skulls upon bony fists

Bringing the only recompense

Change comes on dreary wind

In silence there are a million

Different things to say unsaid

Holding on to a reflected self

Here in time with you my love
©James Dennis Casey IV
TB Dentz Jul 29
Like a lion in the desert
Scrawny and rat-like but still fierce and intimidating
Thirsty but miles from water and used to it
Outcast but used to it
Dangerous and on the verge of death but used to it
Harri Jul 28
I don't want an easy love.
Sure, I want a napping in the sun,
Doing everything and nothing
All at once
Staring into each other's eyes
And giggling at an in-joke
Kind of love.
But not a simple one.
Not one that settles into my bones
With the inevitability of old age.
Not one that grows so comfortable
It becomes ordinary.
I want fire.
I want passion.
I want a love that makes me fight for it.
Over and over again.
I want a love that keeps me on my toes.
That never settles into routine.
Sure, I want a coffee in bed
Cuddles with a film
Soft pillows and warm skin
Kind of love.
But I also want to look at it
And see that it is ephemeral
And changeable
And all the more precious for it.

Sure, I want a lifetime kind of love.
But a lifetime's a long time.
And I want it to be a wild tango,
Not a slow and stately waltz.
M Salim Jul 27
The sun dips,
behind the mountain,
behind the treeline,
into the
blue

The way I wish you would.

Your eyes,
the colour of evergreens
drenched in dawn
& gilded,
the afterglow,
the embers of the day
fading & strong,
reminding me of another
day, with you
& without you

I know, you know
no one is
perfect,
but, do you
know?

Here?
In Here?

I think this might be the
closest
any one of us gets

Here.
You & me.

Dive into the
fear,
so I can take your hand,
& walk barefoot,
while everyone we love
sleeps,
while the night cools the
earth,
& we're drunk off the scent
of a true midsummer night's
dream

When will you finally
tell me,
certain as the dew
that waits in the morning,
that the only lips
your mine to
touch
are yours?

Because I an feel your
rhythm,
the way a breeze can tell of a
storm

Lean into me.
As we take in the
beauty
that surrounds us,
so I can put my head on your shoulder
& rest easy
hearing your heart beat

Because mine
beats for
you.

Tell me you'll find me
when the time is
right

Because I'll wait for you.

Like the endless
grey abyss of winter,
painful & biting but with
reason
I'll wait for you like
I wait for
spring

Full of promises & possibilities
& life

So dig deep.
Because you are
worth
enduring this
time in between

Because you are the
deep evening sky
& I am the coral clouds
as the sun dips,
behind the mountain,
behind the treeline,
into the
blue
Inspired by the great beauty of British Columbia and how it's grandeur and imposing nature can be reminiscent of imperfect love
nish Jul 18
I have a boy toy he's very sexy
but that's too mellow, I want something wild
a man like you, eyes like dawn yet hidden deep within it all
an animal, a lust for pleasure
take me all, make me your treasure
cherish me into the night
make me laugh in pure delight
then make me moan
earn my surrender
leave me lying feeling tender
I want to hear your cry of pain
my body writhes in disdain
you're everything I wish he was
and yet I fuck him just because
you make me laugh
he makes me wet
you kiss me sweet
my heart skips a beat
you leave me happy
he ravages my soul
maybe I don't need him
but i do need you.
© M.H

another anti-poem, I love doing this.
2o18
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