#crawl
Verse 1:
In the heart of the hive, where the bees sing their song
Lives a bear with a secret, that only honey can be strong
He's been hurt, he's been scarred, but the sweetness he adores
Makes him rise up, and ask for more
Chorus:
Bears don't crawl, they won't fall
They'll find the honey, standing tall
With a taste, they'll heal their pain
Bears don't crawl, they'll rise again
Verse 2:
He's been through the fire, and he's been through the rain
But the honey's warmth, brings him back to life again
He's driven by the sweetness, that only honey can provide
A flavor that revives, and makes his heart collide
Chorus:
Bears don't crawl, they won't fall
They'll find the honey, standing tall
With a taste, they'll heal their pain
Bears don't crawl, they'll rise again
Bridge:
In the golden light, of the honey's glow
He'll find his strength, and let his spirit grow
With every drop, he'll feel alive
Bears don't crawl, they'll thrive and survive
Chorus:
Bears don't crawl, they won't fall
They'll find the honey, standing tall
With a taste, they'll heal their pain
Bears don't crawl, they'll rise again
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
They call it a gift,
this body of mine,
but every month it gnaws at itself,
chews the lining of my womb,
spits out blood like a sacrifice
to a world that does not care.
I step outside,
eyes crawl up my skin like ants,
like maggots,
like fingers that never asked for permission.
A whistle slits the air—
a razor against my spine—
I swallow the bile, keep walking.
Mother said, don’t wear that
Father said, boys will be boys
I say nothing—
only dig my nails into my palms,
so deep the crescent moons bloom red.
I dream of shedding this skin,
peeling it back like an overripe fruit,
scraping out the parts that feel *****
that feel weak,
that feel like they do not belong to me.
I want to be new,
to be sharp,
to be something they cannot touch.
But even in dreams,
they chase me.
Even in dreams,
I run.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
To heal,
Journal they say
Like a worm in the dirt
Of my front lawn
Sliding, pushing through
Air pockets
Arduous, unending crawl
No words come
To mind
Where can I breathe
To heal,
Journal they say
Words don't come easy
They fly up like
Torn pages of a book
Riffed, stolen letters of some name
In the nameless wind
Grasping what isn't there,
A cynical continuing void
To heal,
Journal they say
My hands become deaf and blind
The pages curl and mold
Pen and paper inventing before I have begun
All I have is the deep
The deepest inside
That comes here
Traversing incredulity, while I
cry
To heal, they say
Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 9:29 PM UTC
leisure up my friend !
weaken open your shellfish hinge
and wet your beak
it’s a marked holiday break
unmarred by family obligation
there’s freedom
to make the most criminal crown of mistakes
in the name
of some frown of liberal investigation
on the town
an eager squad of collaborators are on board
they have your back
desperate, sick and starving gulls
broadened to explore the deplorable
on and on to the next and the next
death defining task
a meandering stagger of a bar crawl
perpetually powering through
as the day spans a revulsion
the heat stays as the day sinks beneath
in place of the suns rays
the heat radiates
from the baked city concrete
stepping out from the shelter of the bar
the night swelter respires fiercely
not done with our steam of annihilation
what establishment would take our kind ?
city has already bowed over it's plumage
to our ******* pilgrimage
bark melts and peels in strips off the trees
(meat shaved off the strip pole)
our heels spark the pavement
vermin and jackals follow our movement
from shimmering dark spots
and our vision constricts
our aim has become clotted...
...what was it that we reached for ?
oblivions fruit seemed a doable pursuit
it's the usual downhill shambles from here
familiar yet barely remembered
a rambling guff of bad ***** comedy
there is no plucky legend
just an embarrassment
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
excellent ears hear the secrets whispered at dusk
incredible intuition detects the creeping predator before it thrusts
marvellous mind can always find a place to hide amongst
crawling up into the corner of the ceiling like a spider, stay there collecting dust
May 18, 2023
May 18, 2023 at 11:03 AM UTC
{from 07 Feb 2018, reintegrated to my mind today, btw}
How much weight can a word carry,
you know?
I-am-bicly or bib-licly speaking,
y'know
What I mean to say is, no word stands alone
even
the word word itself needs a place to put its foot.
---
Certainly, we've seen a thing
or two
since you first stopped to see waves forming right
before your very eyes
in stone
Lies. You said you were certain
they'd be lies if you told another soul
what you thought you might have,
might have,
seen.
...face-forgotten man wonder who I am
Well, I'll be, if it weren't for me,
I doubt I'd get one ****** lie
unbelieved,
Tut, you know what I mean,
we can't go diggin' up the past and get past the present without suffering it to be so.
Just sayin'. Pain ain't, necessarily, part of waiting, now.
Here, if you're hungry, you can eat.
If you are thirsty, drink. The real here, where you are now. You're not in some torture chamber reading this.
Think about what you can't live without and,
watch, time stops, to prove you wrong.
You live on.
Even if you think you died, you still think, so,
you live.
Get on with it. Imagine the reality of truth,
as a place, past physics,
no lies exist there. So,
what else is new, to you? What else ain't
here, where it is said there is no condemnation?
Don't do that.
Don't start imagining all the bad stuff happening here because you can't imagine no lies you believe.
You imagine lies every time you say amen, in-advertently, so be it, as it may
be,
admitted ly,
for gotten-past-things, such as they are, imagined ones are still the worst. Hardest to get past.
If there be any
virtue, praise, rock-candy-mountain-reality, you
may recall them all.
Freely given for giving, dharma karma doing done,
old son.
Fair were the tales the servants told to Grandma's people before the flood.
The ant people, were a diligent folk,
they hid us all in reed boats
they bent with the wind,
like Corn-mammy chill'ns in April sun showers.
But, oh, the way things used to be, they was ab-
used, them servants sent from God.
Good luck findin' one now.
Blue and white, and blue and green, and blue and yellow, and blue and orange, two by two,
on a spectrum of one being the best,
choose blue and white.
Discern the rest.
Be still. There's more.
a -musin', eh? the way things might-a -been.
'lot a good that may do ya', ken ye, kennin' ever things?
Kin folk fallin' from the fam'ly tree be
laughin' sayin' see what he wannabe,
lordy, lordy bless my baby heart.
Pea-pickin' heart.
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
He awakens to a day of hope
after happy day of birth
attended by smiling parents proud
who know his priceless worth
He awakens to a day of hope
lying restless on his ***
after one move that surprises him
he ends up on his tum
He awakens to a day of hope
on his tum going nowhere fast
flailing arms and legs eventually push
now he's on all fours at last
He awakens to a day of hope
wobbling steadily as best he can
one hand forward followed by knee
then other knee and hand
He awakens to a day of hope
rising quickly on all fours
wide-eyed and giggling all the way
crawling fast across the floors
He awakens to a day of hope
finally standing on his own
weeks to months and months to years
now a family of his own
Mark Toney © 2021
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
I await the calm, the bleach
of night, that chapter
when my ribs
unbreak, crawl back
around my cageless heart. eyelids
weigh like lead in this cruel gravity--
they swell faster than tears. tears
that fail to surge me out of this flooded
shell; they close
like every marble door
that stands straight between my dreams
and I,
and you-- I await
you, draped in downpours & monsoon
tempests; maybe, this time, our wildest
winds would fade out in their collision.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
She walks a path with one eye open
She follows a path with one eye closed
Connecting the strings that float around
Like caterpillars
Dangling
From trees
Squirming on their silk
She crawls underneath them
Un-wanting to not disturb the dance
Until she smells the wildflowers.
The other eye closes
Still crawling the path
Luckily,
The bugs have warn it down enough
To follow with her hands and nose.
When she felt the wildflowers on her face
She opened that eye
Excitedly she pealed open the other.
When she heard nothing
She was amazed
In the distance she could see waves crashing through the wildflowers
Once again her world was absent of light.
This time she held her breath.
She laid in those wildflowers
For a long time.
So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots pulling her deep inside the soil,
Grounding her.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
My conciseness was a seed of spider threads,
and when an idea birthed like a
sack of baby arachnids.
Crawling within,
consuming my every introspection.
I slumped over the page, they crawled forth,
tiny metaphors continuing after
my musing was consumed within..
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
My mind tickles,
My heart itches,
it is crawling on my skin
There is no comfort in living.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
her fingers crawled
around my mouth
like a spider
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
As the shadows crawl behind me in broad daylight,
I'll haunt them at night.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
As we go on our journey
We Crawl
Walk
Run
Race
Swim
Hike
Bike
Through what we call life
There are things we must do
There are things we must avoid
There are things we must finish
When we arrive here we have no clue
As we get there we will learn
We will
Make Mistakes
Fall in love
Get a job
Lose a job
Find a mate
Learn what it takes
Get older
And then it's over....
Have some fun while doing all of this
Brian Hill - 2019 # 192
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
How can one enter a story?
Like gaps in words,
emptiness between breaks.
How can one crawl out of a plot
stealing a character?
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
In a world of imperfections
When she was supposed to walk
She decided to stop listening
And she said
“I will just crawl.”
Nobody understood her motives
Not a soul wanted to ask
She felt safe in her habitat
Surrounded by her dreams
Embracing her own thoughts
Who could understand her?
Who could make her grow?
A boy with a face of an angel
Met her and felt in love
Her heart started beating
She wanted to run
It was then she started walking
The love she felt made her stronger
The boy, by her side, was hoping
She would run and follow him
To another place... no wonder!
Love is so magical
Love is miraculous
She started to run,
Reaching the boy’s hand
Feeling their heart becoming one
In this world of imperfections
She found a boy she wasn’t looking for
Crawling and running for love
No one could believe it,
She was missing her true love
As a new day approaches
They decided to fly away
Because the world they made together
It was perfect in every way.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
prickly roses
quick to touch
don't you weep
let's keep this a hush
sing my song
when you fall
or else watch
your demons as
they crawl
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
May I trip on purpose,
Fall into strength,
Get back up into confidence,
And stride on my glory.
There's a mirror I look into that's as black as my pupils,
I can only look as far as my eyes can squint...
before they close.
I come to realize that I see nothing. Just darkness. I can't see cracks, or colors, or hopes, or dreams, or anything.
Even in the dark of the mirror, nothing reflects back on me...
Maybe it's all just me...
In my head...
Or maybe, I can see...
yet this entire time I've been blinded by me.
What if I have only seen what I think people see when all I see are the weapons that can be used to hurt me...
Trying to protect me by hurting myself first never really worked anyway.
So when I trip on my shame,
and I fall because I've been cursed lame,
And I can't get up cause I'm weighted by the chains,
Let me crawling tell you something...
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
In the Melting of Days
We were Swept like the Fog
While a Sunshine of Rays
Made us Crawl in the Mud.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
Be afraid
Be very afraid
If you fear
Do it scared
I'll crawl to you
With my knees bent back
I'll make my way
Covered in grass
Beneath the ground
Spouting about
I'll get to you
Without a doubt
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Keep your heart blank,
Get up, let’s get drunk,
They take you for granted,
You shouldn't be so frank.
You heart wants another love
Mind says, no!!!, no more,
Don’t be piece of their puzzle,
Keep her ego at the door.
Look ahead, erase your memories,
Redundant episods and felonies,
Set each neuron of your brain,
To bless you with festive melodies.
Your life should be a fortunate roll,
Keep your head up, no more of a fall,
In whomever your heart wants to believe,
Escape that feeling, make her crawl.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC