#unbecoming
Winter comes with her coat of frost and darkness,
the earth shivering at her approach,
bowing reverently before an
unforgiving queen.
She takes my breath. I suffocate
beneath Her frozen beauty,
my heart ticking down
beat by beat
by beat
into the stillness of night.
I curl up under the obsidian sky. Shrouded
in Her darkness I sink
into a mawsoleum where She grinds
my bones to stardust with
the infinite patience of
Her slow-moving jaw.
I wish to remain forever suspended in this
void, rotating in its sleepy softness,
shapeless,
melting into
the crystalline clink of snowflakes
pouring to the ground.
But the threat of Spring
is always hidden in the train of Her coat,
that stubborn hope tucked away…
persevering.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
My undoing is you.
My unbecoming is certain.
I had my hopes up. But you undid them too.
My undoing is yours.
You strip me till I'm plain and cold, filled of nothingness.
The meaning is differed
the undoing of history
the undoing of life.
My soul is filled of gold. It's getting chipped but the undoing of your cold hands.
Your my undoing.
My my unbecoming
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
The whir of the engine
In the dark night
Marquees blur as the car drives by
Night lights flash and fade
High on music
Lights and sound
Feeling alone in a crowded room
Bodies all around
Alive and loud but without a sound
Booming beats
Spreading numb
Becoming someone I shouldn't become
Unraveling in revelry
The threads are undone
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
your sadness is showing,
put it away.
no one wants to see
your depression today.
it's not time for that,
some might say,
its so unbecoming
to act that way.
your anxiety is showing,
tuck it in.
the world shows no interest
in what's under your skin.
take a deep breath,
that's where you begin,
or, that's what they say
with a pat and a grin.
your illness is showing,
keep it away.
no one is interested
in that anyway.
but by letting it fester,
and by letting it stay,
it might make me
disappear some day.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
How far have we come?
Our masquerading insanity,
Egotistical sensuality
We bask in the luxury
Of our miserable depravity
Tumultuous cries and sweet lies,
It's only a state of mind
We malice, not chastise,
And give birth to anarchy
The world was an empty bliss
Reveled in the vast starlit sky
Now consumed by the beast inside,
Our inglorious unbecoming
iamthe_avatar ©2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
It shatters,
Into tiny green shards.
Peaceful garden turned rubble.
He is like dirt, he likes the ruin.
When he felt the pain of seeing,
He knew,
He saw it all happen.
Lithe form merging with rough hands,
He sighs now, remembering,
All that happened before,
All he had seen,
It didn't happen twice, thrice, nor six times,
Times are more, his mind has grown more,
His heart pumps rage more.
Rue, crumble, contort, free!
All he felt before,
And all that came now, he let them be.
The rage, blue-flames, wrath,
His unbecoming and rebirth,
Then ashes and flames,
Now sin and woe,
Next tears and rubble,
And finally silence,
Terrible silince, terribly wrong.
He is effluence
Effluence is wrath.
-MoonFirefly
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Where the whole that was
has finally
fragmented,
descending in an open, unremarkable blaze.
And so pieces of me shall collide
with the ground,
implanting fractures
few shall discern.
And the winds of days
and nights will continue to
persuade the dirt unto me
so my morose roots will not grow,
infesting a world undeserving
of my inadvertent pollution.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC