#conforming
Tar-dark world. The defining color is black, the inky night of her nocturnal hunts and the deep, bottomless dark of her alien retreat.
A watcher of men, she is everything and nothing. She might be too much of something, or too little of something else. Time will sort out the particulars.
There are no simple entry points – she demands engagement, and to be taken as a whole. Her discomfort is over her own allure, her undisturbed surface. It’s more about intuition and gesture than dialogue. They remain as echoes. They’ve made her beautiful in a real way, with hips and blemishes and dimples in her skin.
The imprint of the lives she begins to grapple with as her time on Earth extends, leads her to stop seeing herself as a mere conduit for her mission, and to start developing a sense of subjectivity.
Her life force is overlapping, shaping itself into a pattern of rings that simultaneously suggests a birth canal dilating, the stages of a rocket separating, and a lunar eclipse as seen through a telescope’s lens.
She's a life-form you can’t quite understand, but it’s carrying on relentlessly, like a beehive, moving backward through the constellations at first approach.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
I’m falling
through an hourglass
I’ve no time to think
Like all the others
falling through
it’s now my turn to sink
Closed in
by glass unseen
I thought I was almost free
Dropping down
I hit the ground
my escape, high above me
Smash the glass
and fight the flow
can’t be shut in any more
till I break the mould
I put time on hold
I lose the hour I was born for
Awaiting my turn
taking time to learn
to be forever falling again
as long as I’m bound
I am forever crowned
no more than just a grain
May 25, 2023
May 25, 2023 at 1:14 AM UTC
i have spent my whole life following close behind
matching my prints to the ones laid out in front of me
following them blindly without questioning where they lead
i try to keep my feet inside the the lines
like i’ve always done with coloring
but i’ve never fit perfectly
my feet never fit
because these prints are not mine
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
go to school
obey authority
follow tradition
join society
go to church
worship god
get married
get a job
pay rent
be responsible
have children
stay faithful
work harder
be productive
rest and silence
are ****** seductive
wear clothes
don’t offend
don’t care
just pretend
act normal
stand in line
grow old
now you die
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
If I was
A ghost
I would be free
To be me
If I was a ghost
I would be free
Desire
And possible romance
That causes suffering
If I were a ghost
I would be free
From my
Background
Even though I was good looking
I would become
An exotic butterfly
Appreciated for its
Beauty.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
There’s a marred reflection staring back at me.
I wish I could tell you what was wrong with it.
Its blank gaze and happy expression say everything’s alright.
The pressure builds and sweat beings to seep
The mask begins to slip, but I dare not show the underneath.
I need this face to present to others
For I need their acceptance to feel some worth.
But it’s only what they considered worthy in their eyes
So I’m beholden to their stares as I shift to conform.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
Writing heads, stooping down,
On desks made to conform
While water plays outside
Free, no form.
A wandering mind,
With Innocence is filled,
A question of marriage,
Drops running down the sill.
In uniforms so close,
People come and go,
Forget the magic rumble
Of the world in tow.
The need to wake up,
To sights like these,
We forget and sink,
In the streams with unease.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
Alas magic is not true
Once, it was to me
But then I met you
And you stole the magic so quickly
Put high on a shelf
Behind steel bars
Trapped in a jar
The magic left myself
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC