#badlands
The exile is ancient, older than time.
The outland is endless, greater than space.
My heart is a cactus, a dry one,
rooted within the merciless cage.
Its anguish, sharpened thorns.
Its bitterness, fields of dry grass.
My heart is a cactus, a wet one,
hidden beneath the ruthless surface.
It is wetlands, feeding the swamps.
It is skylands, drifting above the badlands.
I walk toward the horizon,
my steps beyond measure.
I arrive at the final bastion,
my arrival cleaving through the world’s edge.
My hardness is raw, a permanent scar.
My softness is straw, a passing tear.
Yet my water is abstract, always intact.
I drink from the ocean within my shaft, forever abundant.
The sun erases my sweat.
The desert dries my flesh.
My skin does not burn.
My soul does not thirst.
My footprints are ponds,
pressed into the mud hollows.
My gaze is a sovereign gaze,
splitting apart hard stone.
This journey is eternal,
this struggle ethereal,
as shiny as the sun above me.
Ancient is this march,
timeless is this divine arch,
as deep as the sea within me.
― Atrona Grizel
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
I wouldn't run your heart into the ground
So i hope you wouldn't either
People really lower their shields when they bond with a mate
I'm not trying to force you into a clean slate
Or make your traits go out of state
I want you for you, nothing else
I will accept who you are
As long as you're honest and transparent with me
I will not doubt
You can open your floodgates and i will gladly become engulfed
By it all
We can be happy if we live in trust
It's actually a must
Leave lying in the dust
I want only the truth
Let down your walls and open up
And don't be afraid
Many people will run away from problems a person has
But i will embrace them and do what i can
It's much better than
Doing nothing
From fighting seemingly endless depression to being torn on being bisexual
The difficulties seem to stockpile for anyone these days
We all have baggage to carry that we don't want too
I'll help you with anything girl
Many people's heads would roll from this
But i wouldn't mind if you wanted another girl around
If that makes you happy, i'm happy
Just be truthful with me and i won't mind
I'm not the one who carries a big hammer and tries to hit anything i don't like to objection
I don't really like rejection
So throw me your confessions
I plan on being your ride or die
If it all works out smoothly
Anything you want, lay it down
I'll let you do what you want
I want you to be free with me
That's how it's supposed to be
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
I'm going to change things up a little
And let you be in control
Because you're my top pick in the Honor Roll
Your words were an auction that already had me sold
You know how to make the text bold
Your amazingness never gets old
You're better each time i'm told
You are
I'm going to let you take control of this board
You can move my pieces
And take them where you want to go
Explore the possibilities
Because it's your sandbox for the night
The daybreak is just right
So keep your hold on me tight
So i will never be abated from you
It's all up to you, Huntress
Hunt me down
Repeatedly
It's in your hands
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
Close your eyes
Think of something nice and serene
Just like the grandest dream
As sweet as peaches and cream
You're the beam
I keep seeing in the night sky
And i don't know why
The others didn't put you first
You will always go first
I'm right behind you
Through thick and thin
Don't throw that in the trash bin
Win from within
Not outside
Despite the contrary
The heart speaks louder than the cosmetic looks ever will
I'm overly committed
So you won't have to worry
The rest used you before
But i'm about to show them up
I'll be your best
After the tests
For the rest
Of this earthly time
How much do you love when i rhyme?
For you, i'll do it all the time
These literary critics are wise experts, but what do you think, baby?
I don't write poems to implement any advances
I write from the heart
It keeps me from falling apart
At the halftime
One more half to go
Before i shatter
As long as you're okay, nothing else here matters
I could make every day your birthday
With a new gift everyday
By making you pant in rhythm
I'll study your patterns and algorithms
And explore the senses diligently
I want to be so strong you can only ask for more
The rest of them left you by the shore
I won't hesitate
To give you what you crave
Your heart is what i'll save
And never let it go
I will cherish it
Forever
Stare into my eyes while we're inside the tunnels
That bond us together
Your iris keeps moving in a sparkly manner
And i lose my self-control some more
And rock you gently like a cradle
Singing lullabies while your breaths increase in pace
Begging for more
I gladly give in
It should be an honor to take you
And give you what you always wanted
In every single way
I like to learn everyday
So you can be the master and i can be the apprentice
Show me your ways
And i'll follow the order
This is a two way street, you have just as much authority
Just say it and i will do
In the speed of light
Deep inside
I know it's right
You always will come first
These are Badlands but you're so worth it if you're only bad for me
And i have immense gratitude for that.
I do not own you
You can walk away any time this doesn't feel like it's the right path
But i feel thankful to get the opportunity
I want to be the best i can be
I want to serve you the best way i can
I'm glad i can step onto your Badlands.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
"My home life isn't the best," I said.
"It doesn't have to be," she said.
BADLANDS BLEAT
Okay, I said it again. Getting out of bed was the worst part of the day. To begin, the marijuana haze from the night before never went away and left me sore. Sure it was likely enough to ease some of the pain, but in the morning my body stood and got to working slowly like it wasn't eager at all. Only the thought of fast food coffee got me pumped up, not even half-mast at that. If the **** I called erotica to save face couldn't bribe a competent rise out of me, the daily grind certainly couldn't get it done. Impetus again, every time in two week increments. Sure, I had money in the pockets of my sweat pants for the coffee and treats that I charged on a credit card years ago when I had the means -- but I was living with family. A prison sentence delivered by a cruel twist of fate that I caused myself in the first place. Nothing to blame but the errors in my own transactions. Much better than before, still not in charge of anything more than my mistakes. I didn't talk much. Who needed to know? I fulfilled the bare basic requirements of my peers so I could stay stealth. I had pills to eat. I ate them at home. I had meals to eat, and I ate them alone. Company was always safer to keep in a cigarette. Lucky me, when I ran into other smokers you would think they spoke for a need to keep their lips wet. There was a freedom in the chance to sit around a circle taking in information without the pressure to reciprocate. Four years running, I'd made choices in the Fall that brought all my work down. The scribbles and notes attached to cork board, reliably lost in a pile of clothes, paper and thumb tacks. Living with no other luggage made the journey more bearable during the dark days. It helped practice ignorance of others when I barely kept myself well.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
You’d think she really was
Mud sticking and stiffening to the Loud Lady’s toes,
And her sigh sticks in mine.
Don’t let them do this to me and I didn’t
But I did. God’s great pillar carried us west.
They dragged her like a fog.
The men who cried **** spit and grinned
and the smoke grew sorrowed with girth.
How I long to breathe in Black Hill breath
to drown in the Belle Fourche
and swallow the palest Crook ashes that float,
Chewing the body that I left and let-
But there is no redemption in the tops of towers.
No spiral of justice. No figment
of grace in these sooty species.
No Bear Lodge witches that the Loud Lady cried
So surely that
You’d think she really was
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
crops on the badlands
I do not yield
hot, pressed fingers
no diminishing resolve
and yet curiosity prevails
the mist in the morning
the sigh at dusk
it wins out against all thought
nam myoho renge kyo
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC