#stalagmite
The stalactite was a lonely little thing,
with a
drip
drip
drip
it would sing.
Feeling itself, slowly growing downwards,
longing for union,
but never knowing, if seed was sowing.
The stalagmite was a lonely little thing,
with a
splash
splash
splash
it would sing.
Feeling itself, slowly growing
upwards,
longing for union,
but never knowing,
just keeping faith
In growing.
Song - Inxs, Two world's colliding.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
Untold stories, her thoughts are prose
Buried in the caverns of her mind
In the darkness there is growth
Yet only in the light its beauty shows.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
When I fell into your cave,
Your stalagmites pierced me;
I became impossible to save,
The rock much too deep.
The sun did not shine there,
People did not see me hurt.
They did not see the blood,
How the rock made it spurt.
Some tried to pull me out,
But they all failed upon trying.
My strangled cry became a death shout,
For I was slowly dying.
My body, pulled from the deep cave,
Remained lifeless in your arms;
I had never been saved,
And I met the face of harm.
I was too far gone,
I could not return;
I did not see dawn,
Death I had earned.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
I have this creeping ache on the edges of my bones
like the way crystal forms,
slowly.
Like the way prehistoric bugs that live in caves die every day.
I think I forgot to close my eyes and woke up blind.
I live my days hoping to grow inwards until my bones
start the delicate tearing of my skin and
water fills my lungs.
I have longed for this to happen ever since i was 7 and
I heard drowning was the closest you can get to
euphoria.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC