#spiritanimal - Hello Poetry

I’ve been, Crawling, Under the dirt, Upon my abdomen. Searching, For the tree, That I will hang from And be set free. This skin I wear Encases me. When I’ve moulted. I will be free. I will wiggle off the confounds Of bone and flesh Of space and time And of birth and death. I was once A nymph. Living on the roots, Of the tree above me. I was so small and hungry then, But I have eaten enough now. It is time to harden, This old soft skin. I’m passing through, This knot, In the infinite, Line of life. Aligning myself with the inner body. Squirming out of this old biology. Going beyond our senses, And beyond our imaginations. Cicada. That inner beauty is shining through, Becoming the apparatus that moves you. Cicada. Listen to the rhythm of your beating wings, In tune to when the mother sings. Cicada. Break this skin, Seventeen, In the making. Am I, An island encased in a bag of skin? Or am I, The entirety of the ocean? Am I, An isolated ray of sunshine? Or am I, The source of the sun? Am I, An insignificant speck on a spinning ball? Or am I, Something a whole lot more? I am, I am. I am all that I am. Tricked yourself long ago, The joke of the speck Stuck to a sphere, Spinning out to nowhere. This body is an egg, That encapsulates me, Soon it will hatch, And set me free. We are all nymphs, Seventeen in the making. Come and crawl with me, Get down on your abdomen. We are all going to climb the tree, And disappear into seventeen again.

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC

MisfitOfSociety

Cicada

I’ve been, Crawling, Under the dirt, Upon my abdomen. Searching, For the tree, That I will hang from And be set free. This skin I wear Encases me. When I’ve moulted. I will be free. I will wiggle off the confounds Of bone and flesh Of space and time And of birth and death. I was once A nymph. Living on the roots, Of the tree above me. I was so small and hungry then, But I have eaten enough now. It is time to harden, This old soft skin. I’m passing through, This knot, In the infinite, Line of life. Aligning myself with the inner body. Squirming out of this old biology. Going beyond our senses, And beyond our imaginations. Cicada. That inner beauty is shining through, Becoming the apparatus that moves you. Cicada. Listen to the rhythm of your beating wings, In tune to when the mother sings. Cicada. Break this skin, Seventeen, In the making. Am I, An island encased in a bag of skin? Or am I, The entirety of the ocean? Am I, An isolated ray of sunshine? Or am I, The source of the sun? Am I, An insignificant speck on a spinning ball? Or am I, Something a whole lot more? I am, I am. I am all that I am. Tricked yourself long ago, The joke of the speck Stuck to a sphere, Spinning out to nowhere. This body is an egg, That encapsulates me, Soon it will hatch, And set me free. We are all nymphs, Seventeen in the making. Come and crawl with me, Get down on your abdomen. We are all going to climb the tree, And disappear into seventeen again.

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In the middle of a starless night I saw a sudden light. Small,distant and dim It brought a known feeling,that was oh so grim. A burst of thoughts the same as always: 'Why care when life is just a momentary blaze?' Harsh and bright Life is just a blight. We bring death and despair No matter where It always ends the same 'Is there someone to blame?' The light left the sky with a flutter And all I could do was mutter 'What kind of world is this,that even fake gods leave?' Then as I was about to grieve A blink revealed a new truth to me this small,gold and feathery light,that a minute ago left the sky. It seemed so delicate and shy. I couldn't resist but reach for it "You're not a misfit" Rang a voice so warm and calm. I felt it in my palm. It was like a glass ball. So easy to break yet I was the one to shake. "The world has no goal." I felt it in my soul. "You were given my sight But I'll give you this single flight To clear your mind." For a moment I was blind Then I realised it was the first moment I could to see In this moment of glee I was left alone,as my guide returned to his sky And I no longer asked myself 'Why?' The answer always seems so obvious once you know it. But what matters is that now I'm fit to finally leave this hole. After all,I have my second goal.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC

Caster

A Guide

In the middle of a starless night I saw a sudden light. Small,distant and dim It brought a known feeling,that was oh so grim. A burst of thoughts the same as always: 'Why care when life is just a momentary blaze?' Harsh and bright Life is just a blight. We bring death and despair No matter where It always ends the same 'Is there someone to blame?' The light left the sky with a flutter And all I could do was mutter 'What kind of world is this,that even fake gods leave?' Then as I was about to grieve A blink revealed a new truth to me this small,gold and feathery light,that a minute ago left the sky. It seemed so delicate and shy. I couldn't resist but reach for it "You're not a misfit" Rang a voice so warm and calm. I felt it in my palm. It was like a glass ball. So easy to break yet I was the one to shake. "The world has no goal." I felt it in my soul. "You were given my sight But I'll give you this single flight To clear your mind." For a moment I was blind Then I realised it was the first moment I could to see In this moment of glee I was left alone,as my guide returned to his sky And I no longer asked myself 'Why?' The answer always seems so obvious once you know it. But what matters is that now I'm fit to finally leave this hole. After all,I have my second goal.

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Small beaks Amongst the frozen peaks Sliding over small blankets of ice The frozen terrace and its cold embrace Bright sapphire shimmers under the sunlight Community within municipality, a band unbroken Where affection lingers to a land lost A land sought-after by many The frigid landscape where loyalty lies The royal forest of snow and ice The keylock rings, the shackles ramble For it is the pilot Straight into the locket And everything my locket carries Beyond the arctic scenery of lies. Guide me home.

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC

Niitiuu

My spirit guide

Small beaks Amongst the frozen peaks Sliding over small blankets of ice The frozen terrace and its cold embrace Bright sapphire shimmers under the sunlight Community within municipality, a band unbroken Where affection lingers to a land lost A land sought-after by many The frigid landscape where loyalty lies The royal forest of snow and ice The keylock rings, the shackles ramble For it is the pilot Straight into the locket And everything my locket carries Beyond the arctic scenery of lies. Guide me home.

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