#locust
I wish I could tell you,
and have you understand—
that you are you,
and I am me.
We put so many years between us,
and in all that time, you’ve changed nothing,
while I’ve had to change everything about me.
Just please understand—
I am a locust,
and you are a tree.
I lay dormant for years,
by your side, if only by circumstance.
I shed my skin again and again,
while you sat still—
unrelenting in your ways,
unmoving through the seasons,
resistant to the surrounding decay.
I pray you understand,
as I only have this to say—
you and I were born in the same forest,
and you expected me to stay?
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
I wonder what it's like
To be a locust amongst many
Flying towards an uncertain goal
Seeing, maybe fleeing
The colour of coal
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 7:10 PM UTC
swarming in to burrow
beneath the skin
this a plague of much
chagrin
the locust band
had moved in
with a harmfulness
in its whirling spin
they'd not been detected
by the radar's pin
so unsuspecting were
those who dwelt within
as they stayed
we'd hear but their din
that was full on
regarding the clamorous tin
of the epidemic
which swarmed in
there'd be no possibility
for the kin to gain a win
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
On the 13th year of the 13th day
Locust are quickly on their way
And all summer long they are here to stay
They'll usher in the darkened night
And scream their song to the dying light
As soft evening colors hit the ground
Their shrill voice well be encompassing all around
You'll be unable to hear another single sound
But I love their song that chills to the bone
Because with it, it drowns out my own
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
I consume time, as I march at a steady beat.
I may seem fearsome, but you I will not eat.
I once was a multitude, in times long past,
But now I am encased in gold and glass.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
my mouth hung open
like the door
a small draft entering
this empty room
like my small exhale
leaving the shell
of my body
it clung to the thought of you
like a locust to the tree
my vacant form
crumpling in the wind
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Come into my parlour
said the spider to the fly,
would you like a cup of dew or a slice of cricket pie.
Locust is for dinner,
Roach's served for tea
it should be really comfy
cause there's only you and me.
Perhaps we both can surf the web
or talk about the weather.
We could go out and try on clothes, I look real good in leather.
But first of all let's go inside.
That's it my dear fly
and now that you have entered here
it's time to say goodbye.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC