#nautilus - Hello Poetry

With my growth I leave behind a shell. A casing of the world I used to thrive in. The past is no longer inhabitable, but still usable. I use my memories as a flotation device in the abyss that is recurring. I rise above my past and transcend into the new crevice that is my present. I cannot change the past as it is set in bone. But I can make my future fit me. I can form my own protection layer by layer until all my supplies of DNA paper Mache will no longer stick. Their glue dried up, exhausted by the length of time I've spent on earth, oppressed by the pressure of the tumulting, black sea. Waves may break on me. My knowledge of living my shield against depression, anxiety. My bone hard shield saves me. I am the chambered nautilus. I am awake. But dream I will of times beyond 36. What lies ahead may only hurt me on the edge because to the core my skeleton is steady. Its weight growing heavy Can be lifted with my spirits as if before a feast. And dragged down to the ocean floor when realized I'm a beast. No princess in her castle, nor farm boy in his barn Unique to who I am, and in my niche I fit. I may blow up. And fall down. And spurt salty tears. You'd never know, my loves, my dreams, my fears. Upon first glance I am the epitome of my life. Upon second, as confusing. Upon third, as painful and funny. And as irrelevant to others as I am important to myself. Another rock in the ocean. Another pebble. Another pearl. Not found Not searched for Not hidden.

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC

laurengmichaud

My life as a chambered Nautilus

With my growth I leave behind a shell. A casing of the world I used to thrive in. The past is no longer inhabitable, but still usable. I use my memories as a flotation device in the abyss that is recurring. I rise above my past and transcend into the new crevice that is my present. I cannot change the past as it is set in bone. But I can make my future fit me. I can form my own protection layer by layer until all my supplies of DNA paper Mache will no longer stick. Their glue dried up, exhausted by the length of time I've spent on earth, oppressed by the pressure of the tumulting, black sea. Waves may break on me. My knowledge of living my shield against depression, anxiety. My bone hard shield saves me. I am the chambered nautilus. I am awake. But dream I will of times beyond 36. What lies ahead may only hurt me on the edge because to the core my skeleton is steady. Its weight growing heavy Can be lifted with my spirits as if before a feast. And dragged down to the ocean floor when realized I'm a beast. No princess in her castle, nor farm boy in his barn Unique to who I am, and in my niche I fit. I may blow up. And fall down. And spurt salty tears. You'd never know, my loves, my dreams, my fears. Upon first glance I am the epitome of my life. Upon second, as confusing. Upon third, as painful and funny. And as irrelevant to others as I am important to myself. Another rock in the ocean. Another pebble. Another pearl. Not found Not searched for Not hidden.

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Jun 8, 2015

Jun 8, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC

when you so dear to me do hurt me a pinpoint ***** is a razor’s slashing edge make gashing wounds and bleeding drains me bound scars to testify to the hurt the doer do magnify i flee my brittle tiny shell and don the mask of mirth but fleeing never find a chambered nautilus which i would exchange for mine a twig is bent a leaf is fallen a grain of sand is lost a page is torn teardrop falls a lost one calls when trust has grown when choice is blind when reason cannot reason a little twist a careless wink an unintended turnabout eats up a painful way to the heart that loves.

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC

frank-s-tantuico-jr

my brittle tiny shell

when you so dear to me do hurt me a pinpoint ***** is a razor’s slashing edge make gashing wounds and bleeding drains me bound scars to testify to the hurt the doer do magnify i flee my brittle tiny shell and don the mask of mirth but fleeing never find a chambered nautilus which i would exchange for mine a twig is bent a leaf is fallen a grain of sand is lost a page is torn teardrop falls a lost one calls when trust has grown when choice is blind when reason cannot reason a little twist a careless wink an unintended turnabout eats up a painful way to the heart that loves.

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