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Neuter by JohnnyCurcio, literature
Literature
Neuter
I want to hear your voices scream, rant, or rave
a viable response when you have to save.
A copious amount is all that it takes
to fix the top dogs and correct their mistakes.
My guilty pleasure centers on erasing
these censors who's censoring and debasing
makes cheap my belief in relief from the grief
I chase in my dreams and throughout therebetween.
Everything is a mess Accumulating into stress All I can do is repress And attempt to truly assess Do I go and regress Or do I make myself digress? Perhaps I will find success As I see they will go and fess I will find my egress And achieve my deserved recess
Suffering in the rain, while dancing under the stars. I know light will break through; that light will cast a shadow, but shadows give shade on a hot summer day, so I'll stand in that light and let the shadows fall. Love in the light and love in the dark, knowing both will come and go. The little stars twinkling in the sky, reminding me how alone we are in this cold, vast ocean makes love harder in darkness and light, knowing forever isn't coming and now is all we have—now is everything we have, and in the presence of now, I don't feel so alone. Rain pours and stars shine, as Now wraps a scarf around my neck, and in the midst of suffering, we dance on together.
Water speaks If you stop and listen If you stop and wonder If you stop and stare Water speaks In the deep green valleys In the roaring fjords Over mountains bare Rivers murmur And the lakes sing soft And the mountain ponds Hum like broken glass And every ocean Has its special rhythm Has its harmonies Played in scales and salt The land-bound sea Sounds like twinkling bells It's a rainbow music It's a gemstone song Out in the Atlantic Every rock and cliff-face Every toothsome beach Sound a mournful gong And in the Pacific Sea of peace and plenty Waters teal, cyan With that salt-kick spice The glaciers clamor In a cleaving frenzy Humpbacks chatter And the seals bark bright Every ocean Has its sound and silence Has its colors loud Its orchestral depths I've seen every ocean Wild in all their glory And when I end Grant me a sea-borne death.
She waltzes through the polarizing world
Told to choose sides—to squeeze into the furled
Yet she walks her own path beyond the rule
Certain and pristine, like a shining jewel
Neither on the inside or the outside
She wears her purple and black in great pride
She knows her rightful place in the order
A clarity in all the disorder
She marches on as the Queen of Aces
Confident and content in all spaces
A long time ago you told me "Child, we are made of starlight, And you and I are atoms That have lit the endless night." A thousand heartbeats later I wonder if you knew Whose atoms made our bones and blood and breath I wonder what you meant. Did you feel the supernovae in your soul? You were every spectral giant, Every pulsar, gamma bright, A tapestry of threads spun of the void. And now that I remember I know you could not see me. You looked into my eyes And you saw the endless night. But I am so much smaller. My darkness is not blinding, My atoms were not born in fusion hearts. I am so much lesser. My fingertips have known the mountain roots. I am bound in every fragment To the cold, impassive ground, To mud and ore and planetary clay. I was never stardust, I was not born of void. No vast and noble galaxies for me. I rose from sand and ocean, I was built of oak and pine A thing of earth is all that I can be.
Last Part of the Chapter by LivelyDreamer13, literature
Literature
Last Part of the Chapter
I’ve been flipping through the pages
Adapting to all the great change
I’ve been doing this for ages
Now I face the part of estrange
I face against your ellipses
Befuddled by the great plot twist
But as it goes and eclipses
I start to understand the gist
I’ve reached the end of this chapter
Absorbing what was mainly penned
I must become an adapter
To make it to the very end
I can go on and start anew
In spite of the ensuing ache
Even as you start to eschew
I will turn the page to the wake
This last part of the chapter sings
In a sweet and somber refrain
So I embrace the words with wings
And fly to the next page in strain
We stand around the fire by Drakard-14, literature
Literature
We stand around the fire
Night has fallen black as ink as we stand around the fire. Stars have frozen shadows slink unheeded through the mire. Woodsmoke, embers, sulphur, ash, they seep through every fibre. I'll keep my clothes pristine, unwashed, to feel the wild for longer. Of you, of them, my foes, my friends, I can see no faces. Eyes glinting coals, skin hot, breath cold, snow trapped in all our creases. Your hand open reaching out, and I reach out to find you. But when we touch I feel the winter, ancient ice inside you. Far from home and far from love we stand around the fire. Cold earth below, black sky above our endless, silent pyre.
The house was a prison, my room, my cage The walls were thorns, the carpet was eggshells The hallways always lead to our stage You smile at me, while my heart swells To you this house is a just a place Filled with love, which may have some truth But conditional of your good grace Silently killing me in my youth Of fear and depression, not a sound Raising me a chore that you did not fail With a plastered on smile I’ve drowned Choking on air that’s has long gone stale My accomplishments are yours Of course my failures are my own doing As we continue fighting these wars Repressed emotions are brewing Your mind is here your heart is not I’m tired of everything, I have no more tears Pretend to be perfect that’s what you taught I’ll never be, so it’s time to face my fears I’m going to change even if I lose you I’ve learned your not worth fighting for Look around you and for once get a clue I’m gone once I walk out that door Don’t tell me that you’ll miss me It’s my time to reach out
It’s in the blood. Sprinkled among the human elements is something other-worldly, something…magic. At birth there’s just a spark of it, nothing noticeable but as one grows so does that spark; manifesting in one's early adulthood. It’s not as scary or disconcerting as one might think…To them, it feels very natural and freeing. From her palm it rose White light shimmers, she begins Healing our bruised world