gracefully dancing across the sky, twirling and whirling with glee, oh how i wish i could fly so high, to meet with your gentle caress.
a stormy tinge of gray and blue, washes up overhead, oh how i hope i could reach you, too, and feel your soft embrace.
why must you be so free, while i must be landlocked like so, how can you smile kindly at me, even as we are apart.
the beads of your warmth fall day after day, as you continue to waltz with the breeze, i ache for a gust blow me away, only then, can i finally drown in your love.
Two People Warning: mentions of death and illness Inspired by the fact that I was born on the day/the day after my great-uncle died young, but 61 years later. Another great-uncle of mine also died around the age I am now, so this may apply to him as well.
Two people traveling One for a baby One for a man
Two families huddled around a bed One because of joy One because of pain
Two people struggling to speak One because they're learning One because they're incapable
Two families having a drink One to celebrate life One to ease suffering
Two people being held One taking their first breaths One taking their last breaths
Two families calling friends One calling to say "it's a girl" One calling to say "he's not here"
Two people at the cemetery One's hands holding some flowers One's hands across his chest
Two people at the cemetery One for a visit One for an eternity
The submissions so far look fabulous! This is just a reminder for people that there are approximately 24 hours left to submit your first poem for this round~ I can't wait to read your entries!
i'm writing you regarding your last letter. yes, you're right; we haven't talked in a while. somewhere along finding my way home, i let myself go, and i think i've gotten worse. i became the monster i told you i'd never awaken; the ghoul in the walls all on his lonesome, calling out to you familiar words. two familiar fists upon one familiar skeleton. two familiar fists upon two familiar ghosts. two familiar fists upon those same familiar four walls.
please find enclosed my ribcage, for it is not only mine anymore. i have dusted my bones in preparation for this. i've seen it coming for decades.
sincerely yours, eternity.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Will use this one for now just in case I forget tomorrow to post something.
considerations regarding flight
Spoiler! :
it is unfortunate how we learn to fold ourselves infinitely smaller, to demand less space, and hope the world steps over our dreams disguised as ant hills, becoming less and less, as every rib, and lung, and laugh gets creased in half, thinned down and weighed carefully hoping our elbows don’t extend too far, or brush up against anyone who would mind our sheer existence.
one day might the memory of feathers demand we unfurl our hidden-selves, straighten out these crunched-in arms with wing stretches and attempt flight.
one day might you know, you are enough in all of yourself, and if you dared to fly, even the sky could not contain you.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
My brother giggles Bubbly and alive A little high-pitched Still a child's voice
Just my younger brother Just my family But I seem to know When I hear that laugh That floating giggle
That he's alive Excited to live another day Welcoming every hour he shall encounter Greeting every minute with a smile deep inside his eye Just happy to be alive
Not afraid of all the hollow things in life Too scared of the reality of our world Always aiming for the stars with each word he speaks Always living life to the fullest And I seem to know
Every harsh word I say to him Hits me harder Every insult he flings at me Feels like a rock to the head And I know
I love him with all my life Like only a sister can That I care for him with all my might Like only family can
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
your question goes like this: “why do we even wish on stars?”
i don’t think you understood how much i loved it when someone said the freckles on my face looked like a smattering of constellations, how in that moment i was a galaxy stored in a web of neurons, orbit paths twisting in the lines of my palms.
i don’t think i could’ve explained to you that i wanted to be a miracle, a confession whispered at two am to the cracked window blinds, a promise that someone is looking for through a telescope.
i don’t think i knew yet that i’ve always been more of a black hole, the thing i was terrified of as a kid.
and so all i could tell you was, "that is not how stars work."
"silv is obsessed with heists" ~Omni
"silv why didn't you tell me you were obsessed with heists I thought we were friends" ~Ace
"y’all we outnumber silver let’s overthrow her >:]" ~winter
come, for the riverbed wants to feel your feet once more. she misses your toes on her smooth stones, gravel sticking to your soles. she wants you to splash cool, silty water on your skin, for the summer's air is dry and hot.
the ocean begs you to stay away. winter turns him ugly, choppy waves smelling of salt and risk, of frigidness and whispers. sand cuts, and seashells mar; scars form, and the ocean weeps, for he does not want you to go.
I thought having more time would help me bring something better to the table this year...I was wrong.
Spoiler! :
4. "What if it all goes right?"
My therapist asks me this as I get distracted by the oddity of my face on the potato-quality Zoom call (my jawline looks weirdly like my grandma's and I may be old but not that old).
And I wonder, not for the first time, how she has the audacity to ask this, as if I haven't told her a thousand tales of how I was young and optimistic and believed I would find a calling a friendship a true love only to find reality does not reward the naïve.
I may not have been born a cynic, but I wrap it around me like that too-big coat I bought because I figured I could only get fatter and no one wants the shame of struggling with zippers in the cold.
My mother thinks I look silly in that coat, but my therapist says that perhaps I am an adult now and I don't need to live by her rules of what looks best.
And in these fragile early days of spring, I should not need that coat as I go to meet people again wearing only metaphorical masks, but if I let it go, I'll get frozen again by the echoes of "what are you doing here?" "nobody wants to be with you." "there's someone else" "unfortunately you are not the right fit for our organization".
And so I sit here, looking dowdy and over-heated, cracking jokes about how my face is 100 percent effective birth control, because self-insults may not be the best insurance policy, but they're the only one I can afford.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
A rose, dead and decayed Laid there in the abandoned balustrade. The birds whispered the tragedy Of which there was not a singe remedy.
The juvenile was not on earth The fire of love was extinguished in the hearth. The rose was torn into pieces of heart, To be carried away by wind, putting a full stop to a start
He walked away, the birds still singing As the bells of parting started ringing.
Edit: Oh so apparently I am late(thanks to Stringbean's previous post for pointing that out). I somehow confused the LRS timing and this timing. Feel free not to count it as a submission.
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