I sit atop a low wall Underneath me flows a small stream Gently Green reaches towards the sun on both sides And out from the water itself It is like an illusion of a place of Life Without survival Just growth in the shade of peace An undisputed peace A peace encouraged by The sound cancellation of my headphones I'm playing "Tell Me About The Long, Dark Path Home" by "A Newfound Interest in Connecticut" It makes it so the street that cars dash down Cutting through the wind Is but a sideshow That only ever Accidentally Blurs at the edge of My peripheral vision The darkish waters Of the life giving spring Is not interested in that commotion It is warm Summer has come early Unlike me I remain here By the stream that carries its traffic Of living, breathing existence Bravely downwards Birds rest on the thick water plants Insects perform chaotic cascades of dances and swirls They cause the water to ripple As if a phantom rain was hitting the surface With its unseen
Ringing True as a Familiar by Metatr0nTumultum, literature
Literature
Ringing True as a Familiar
I think I know you I really think I do Stop reading this poem the moment this doesn't apply to you and we shall see. Deal? Alright... You have lived in many places But one specific part remained No matter what amalgamation The buildings that make up places Appeared in and how they sprawled The World around you always felt Huge While you felt small lost Somewhere As everyone who has ever felt alone knows: You could stand at the center of an army It wouldn't make a difference Solitude does not make Loneliness You have spend many nights In the Darkness at the edge of town With your headphones in deep A drill that lets it all flow out For a moment that is all the peace you need Because even the thought of more than that Is Utopia personified You know you couldn't Hang with a Persona like that So you shake that Monkey Off of your left arm Settling for the sound in your ears But something ate all the data on your phone And no matter how many tears fall on the curb
I want to get lost in the darkness Let the woods swallow me whole And never come back I want to let myself vanish In lonely faces of old stones Until I myself am rough and cold I want to grow into the dirt My toes and fingers Will become powerful roots My hair will be tall grasses Sharp and torn out in few places And my heart My heart will become silent Beating slowly only for itself I’ll give nothing and take nothing back I'll disappear Into my own pain
Another round of blessings and off we went. Step by step towards the sulfur snow, Scapegoats carrying the burden of our hopes. Guineapigs too damaged never mend. Bestow upon me all that I have learnt. Forgetting has long lost its old appeal.
Bed of Tears and Stardust by OneWithTheStars, literature
Literature
Bed of Tears and Stardust
You’re gone again.
My darling,
you have proven more than once
that you’re not the love-and-leave-me kind,
endless hours of unconditional affection given…
But, my love,
you love me with an intensity
to put out the stars in the galaxy,
only to simply depart
as I drift
off into the bliss
of our cosmic formation.
I feel your tears;
they’re inside my own.
You love, then leave—
not me—
rather
in hopes that
afterglow
of supernovas
can sustain the both of us
until
you
can
return
to
me.
'Till my eyes tear up
'Till I bleed
Molten liquids freely
I'll keep looking
At your face bright, as it shimmers
On the rivers of mud
On their fragile surface
A reflection of aeons passed
'Till my shadow
Dissolves in your radiance
I'll keep wanting
To be swallowed by you
Unforgivably blinding
A desolation of colors
You drag me in
You hold me in one place
With promises of final peace
You scorch my skin
I keep giving it away
In solitude
I care no more
For petty stares of the living
Your rays are all
My vision disappeared for you
Your careless embrace
Reveals
All my secrets carefully concealed
All I seek
Doesn’t really matter
When I mel
You've dipped your tongue deep into my sorrows and said -
"this would go well with fries,
KFC should make a sauce out of your sadness,
I'm sure they'd hit the jackpot",
and I think it's funny that
you're always thinking about hitting the jackpot,
as if it wasn't enough for you
to win just by being born,
haven't you heard that lightning
doesn't strike twice?
It's surreal to watch you
turn this mountain that
has been resting on my shoulders
into pebbles,
just by touching it with your fingers -
I believe this is the kind of magic
that caused the burning of the witches
and your desire to devour all of my grief
should be definition of greed
A long time ago I dreamt of you
In hazy images which sped
Through my waiting mind
And filled me with the hope
Of a new tomorrow …
But that was before those
Dreams became nightmares
And all the plans of escape
Into your welcoming arms
Vaporized along with the flimsy
Tendrils of a possible happiness
That would now never be
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In the summertime when the weather is hot
You must turn Mungo Jerry right up a whole notch
And lay on your back on a daisy-strewn lawn
Watching clouds overhead with a pacified yawn
Lazy lunch – a cold platter under the tree
Accompanied by the hum of a solitary bee
And a soft gentle breeze just wafting along
While the radio changes to another great song
A whole afternoon with just no