"regrowth" poems
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Let me start by saying that there's no need for the exchange of pleasantries, no introductions are necessary, I'm just here to verbally deliver a quick update memo on the progress being made daily. I know you're all busy people so I'll try to be brief and get though this quickly yet thoroughly. There will also be no time for questions at the end. Let's begin...
I've reconstructed the way I think and see, scrapped the old me
The lies the devil sold me, told me I was a nobody and I bought into it completely
It forcibly held me down, face to the ground and from that angle everything is ugly
Tears slowly crawled down my cheeks to their final resting point, silently they turn the dirt muddy
But see, I went from a tragedy to a medical anomaly as I reversed the lobotomy
With the regrowth of the proper anatomy I ultimately but unnaturally went from an mental amputee to winning endurance marathons easily
It's amazing how quickly road blocks turn to speed bumps, almost instantly
They may slow me down but getting over them is no longer a problem for me
Eventually they will transform entirely into simple mile markers that I pass by on the daily
This path, this new journey will get me to the place I was suppose to be originally
Finally, after thirty years I'm looking forward to seeing some new scenery, being a part of this life changing movie
And with me I've got my two favorite people, Logan and Apphia respectively
They bring out the best in me, their love and belief in me drives me
They make me wanna be the best me I can be and opened my eyes to my true destiny
See, I thought life would be the death of me but truth be told it's a blessing bestowed to me
The rebirth metaphorically into this new family has restored my faith in humanity
I'm not used to this smile I feel on me, this is crazy, this must be what it feels like to be happy
©2018
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
A cropped haircut, remembrances of time
The best way to reduce cuticles to bone
And forget what dances behind eyelids
Loosed teardrops and wavering dependability
Useless porch light, shameful gas tank
With shadows which count seconds
Stretching over regrowth
A cropped haircut, remembrances of time
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 2:28 AM UTC
As I examine the contents of my soul
I’m disheartened by how much is missing,
and the condition of the remains
Over three years of regrowth;
over three years of growing pains
Your roots wove to every corner
The voids they left give me hell
After everything you put me through
It’s a feeling I know all too well
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
In each shallow breath on my neck as you lie with me,
In each ***** gust is a fragment of my completion.
In each gently murmured whisper fed to my ear,
There is a song of unity, regrowth and affection.
The lightly moistened imprints of your lips
Draw forth sighs, that I share with no one else.
Tucked away and safely kept, in a vault fashioned by your kisses.
Your delicate, yet firm and earnest hand on the nape of my neck,
The other rubbing across the contours of my torso,
Gently grazing nails, leave barely visible red trails
That mark the path of your caresses.
You leave your impressions on my eager skin,
Every minute separation leaves it longing for your touch.
You soften my hard exterior, and stoke my passions,
Harden my steel in the furnace of desire.
My hands work with serpent fluidity
Until moistened, blood flushed,
I enter inside you.
Then it is my breath on your neck,
My hands on your soft body,
My lips on your throat, chin, mouth and each breast.
Only in pleasing you, do I finally find completion.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 6:43 AM UTC
i know that
most days
the cathedral of your body
with all its dips and curves
forgotten staircases
and ripped velvet covers
on the splintered pews
is hard to love
and there are days
where you wish that your
body would have manifested itself
as a palace
made of ivory and bone
with great empty halls
that would host nothing else
but your anguished cries
and empty stomach
but these things
are incapable of filling you up
because it is hard to sustain yourself
on bitterness and past scars alone
so i say to you
my friends
brothers and sisters
my lovers
and those living in the wastelands
of themselves
cast aside these
things for you are not a church
or a palace or a temple
no
you are something
much stronger and vast
grow yourself into a forest
turn all the sleepless nights
and breakdowns and hospital visits
and suicide attempts
and those traintracks of scars
into the great twisting trunks of trees
grow yourself as big and bold
as you need to be
protect yourself
wrap up all your sharp and soft
edges and corners
into the bark of mother nature
become a forest
because
through fire and drought and storm
and flood
the forest always comes back
even the charred remains of trees
stand strong
so
i say to you
with your dark circles
and long sleeves
and chest hidden behind a binder
with all your scars
and imperfections
be a forest
because
a forest is unstoppable
it always comes back
it always grows back
and so will you
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
The ferns have taken over
most of the forest floor
you can barely see your feet
through the bushy flora moor
Early spring flowers
have come and gone
and now replaced
by summer song
Butterfly bushes
bussing with bees
New life singing
high in the trees
Regrowth of mind
as your nature unwinds
hart waxing fatter
as you take in what matters!
Uncountable species
and we are but one
lunar submissive
in our paradise
under our life giving
Goldilocks Sun
Life has just begun
..............................
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
Nod, vociferous lackey,
Agree that it will end just fine
You raise that hand to me, dying vine behind
Acknowledge every burning sun-drop
Culling and surmounting your radii--
Misled and triumphant
You're half of that.
Vast plantations of regrowth and abysmal
Serendipity in life?
No more;
Cut off-- a world harvest
Of blood, and blue-black poison
In the fields spewed
Once,
Not again
Not there-- again, the stalks
Lay dormant from your careless sickle
Numbers and numbers
Insurmountable
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
braid honeysuckle and daisies in my hair,
unravel the seams of my skin and let the
birds fly in. open the rafters to the sky,
and if it rains, dance it in, sing in it,
revel in the feel of the water beading on
your lips and rolling off your shoulders;
be happy in the knowledge that soon,
you will see the sun again.
tell my father that he was my hero, tell
my brother to raise his son with passion
and joy. tell my new sister i would have
liked to gotten to know her better, tell
my best friend that i never deserved her.
tell him that he is beautiful, and he always
has been; tell him that i loved him for a
reason--not because i was a silly,
besotted teenage girl but because he is a
person worthy of love. i don't think he
understands that.
[i don't think anyone really understand that.]
see the world; go to all the places i would
have liked to go and take pictures, write
everything down. put them all in one giant
book, put that book on the top shelf of
your closet or in your attic and take it down
when you miss me the most.
remember that you are more precious even
than life: for life will come again, the spring
storms will bring forth the most glorious
flowers, their seeds will fall and they will die,
only to come up again next year, but through
all the cycles of earth and sky, fire and
regrowth, still there will be no one else who is
comparable to you.
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 3:41 PM UTC
Pretty
Autumn
Leaves
Surround
Me
.
.
.
Bury Me;
Decompose Me;
Make Me New in the spring;
<regrowth>
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
that deadened fingernail
first damaged long ago
not quite a lifetime but
time enough
to feel that way
is showing signs of regrowth
partially shrouded but visible
beneath the lingering ruin
the fingertip was caught
ensnared and pressed
more firmly than
could be endured
though care was provided
the bruising ran deep
and undermined any chance
of this body's repair
unexpectedly
and unimaginable
in spite of this layer
of lamented keratin
there stretched forth
a sudden burgeoning
a crescent of cuticle
and lunula
telling of the strength
of the fingernail to come
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 7:20 AM UTC
I am told that I am down to Earth
and that makes me wonder
that if we were to get onto our bellies
scouring the forest floor
would we find pieces of my personality.
Would you find my laugh
hidden amongst rabbits in their burrows,
mistaking their animal talk
for the hiccup caught in my throat laugh
that I do when I am nervous.
Would the scraping of bear claws against trees
be the clitter clatter of me rushing to brush my teeth--
the morning/midnight/everyday gust
that I have to put into each part
of my day to keep up with the world.
Would the change of seasons:
cold and determined, young and lively,
warm and strong, regrowth and understanding--
be the change of perspective I share
with each talk we have,
you come to see the seasons change
and with them you want to grow--
inside me you find the same
willingness to cherish
all the world.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
At one moment, my life was a rose. Crumbled in the hands of greed only to recover naturally as it grows beneath the weeds.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Darling,
I honestly believe that once you tear everything down
what you rebuild can be stronger than ever. When we demolish everything
down to the very foundations
you're forced to notice the flaws from last time. And you did notice, you did know
better than I did
that though I have no practice at anything
other than giving up and walking away, I am capable of rebuilding. That knowledge, it seems, is only the latest in you proving me wrong, showing me
I'm better than I think, letting me know in the best way possible, exactly how
I have underestimated you. Darling,
I could go on, but I think
I need to thank you for not listening
to my urging you
my urging the world
my urging myself- thank you
for not giving up on me.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
isn't it ******
that Society has a specific image
for women?
the way they look
act
speak
walk
talk.
if we arent blonde hair
blue eyes with a small waist
***** and a ***
we arent socially acceptable.
if we have a little weight
to many piercings and tattoos
regrowth and scars
we are shun upon.
most girls these days have the small
figure and wear barley any
clothes,
their hip bones their collar bones
showing without any struggle
and they think they
look beautiful
they think they will fit in
because thats what society wants
there are girls starving themselves
wearing makeup
to hide the imperfections
society deemed ugly
wearing long sleeves in
summer hiding the scars they
have inflicted on themselves
because they know,
they know they will never be
what society wanted
and it kills them every time they look
down at their wrists or
thighs
knowing they will never be accepted into
society
i just want to go back to
where size 12 was deemed
as beautiful
and scars were a sign
of battling ones self and recovery
where it didn't matter
if you had acne and wore makeup
everyone was beautiful in their own way
i just want to go back in time
where happiness was a feeling
that happened naturally
and wasn't plastered on
society is ******
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Trembling fingers that have nothing to do with the heat,
beating hearts and breathless sighs,
are all symptoms of your love.
Flashing phone screens and vibrations on tables,
fidgeting thumbs hovering over keys,
waiting for that little speech bubble to appear,
are all symptoms of your love.
Closed doors and unanswered calls,
inactive screens and stagnant feeds,
wet eyes and damp sheets,
are the sideaffects of withdrawal from your love
Windows open to clear the air,
candles lit to bring in light and scent,
hair regrowth, makeovers, and new bedsheets,
were all cures to your love.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
There are many
it seems
that are wounded
by life
Yes, wounded
they didn't fall
from a tree
but were beaten
as broken souls
they wander around
unable to tend to their wounds
or inject morphine
but don't cry!
bruises heal
as the roots of burnt grass
spawn regrowth
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
I didn't stop
To ask that woman
In that parking lot
Why she was crying.
And with so many
New memories
Floating- like smoke
From the six joints
We rolled-
Through my mind,
I didn't even stare
For very long.
You may have become
Central to my life,
But you haven't
Become an epicenter-
And nor has that woman
Crying
In that parking lot.
All I see in everything
Derives
From within me:
I am my own destruction
My own epicenter-
But also
My own regrowth.
So even if I couldn't
Help that woman crying
She may have helped me.
And so have you.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
Letting go of love that once kissed my lips
Walking a new path I stumbled and tripped
A long cold plummet left me almost alone
Do I whither with Shame or rebuild and grow?
Sprouting through the soil and stretching for the sun
I grasp for every ray and drink them one by one
Feeling soft forgiveness and strong acceptance
Sadness has served its sentence
Purple petals relax themselves slowly opening with relief
This flower now sweetly scented grew from the ugliness of grief
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
they've cut off the branches i used to hang my
self on
stubs remain
wet and crumbling
and the ornaments lay scattered on the floor
my soul quivers and folds in
to the ground
every time i return any desperate regrowth
is cut back shorter
the stubs break piece by piece to the floor
and my trachea bends in a red-knotted bow
around the stump with the largest
bump on the end
out through my rib
cage around my throat wrapping
wrapping lethally around
my soul and my
heart and under
my chin
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
I imagine that you'd taste like spring
You'd taste like fresh water and grass clippings
And running my hands through your too long hair
Everything around us decorated in blues and greens
Take it all in with breath of fresh air
I imagine that your eyes are the color of candies
Golds and reds and browns
Your fingers feel like reinforced branches
Against the green twigs of my own
I imagine that being with you would be like rain
There would be fights and there would be cold nights
But April showers bring May flowers
And I know everything would be alright
I imagine what it would take for me to stop thinking of you in this moment
Harsh winters and a harsher spring
But when the breeze of regrowth blows on through
The streams cannot rush as fast as the feelings
So as I imagine my toes tickling the grass
I have to imagine that I'm insane
Because it's not that spring anymore
And it never will be again
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
There is a beauty to be found even under the most dismal of rocks
He stands right as rain on the towers of the chapel of decadence
Light wit and snarky tooth
Bright eyes yet to be bleached by life
His father did not rip out his soul
Its seen in the up curl of his lip
By his age his sire had already drown
Spitting up saltwater on the daily
His insides rotting with regrowth
That was destined to wither and die
But the sons foliage a tree well watered sense sowed
Raident blossoms and deep roots
Stands tall strong against the wind
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
time issues forth then blends us into reminisces
resolves to tick and continue as spawn and fry
swim forth into a swarming mass of
death into an ocean bereft of feel
upon our dead bodies they feast.
A few returning, miraculously, upstream
to where they issued forth,
begin anew the circle,
regrowth and death so every day ticking.
Issuing forth our cells
to feed natures
next beginning.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Spring,
A wild regrowth,
Spectacular blooming,
Fruitlimgs appear,
Sing song birds,
Fragrant flowers,
Pollen abounds,
Summer,
Blistening heat,
Water droughts,
Water parks,
Tourists about,
Autumn,
Summers heat,
Begins to wain,
Leaves turn,
An orangy hugh,
Reds,yellows, orange,
Chilly weather,
Nature,
Prepares for a slumber,
Winter,
Death and repose,
Bare trees,
Animals sleep,
Snow falls,
Wind is cold,
Chimneys billow,
Black smoke,
As the seasons unfold,
So do our lives,
As or lives,
Unfold,
So does our destiny,
We are at one,
With nature,
With its cycle,
We are one.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
Persephathena-
Two Greek goddesses as one
Persephone and Athena..
One is power and the will to fight, one is regrowth and beauty of the sun
One conquers, one lives in the flowery meadows
One embraces wisdom..the other compliments Hade's shadows
Persephathena
Two traits come into one being
Opposites, alike, into one heart that's beating.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC