That Would Be UNPRECEDENTED! You? Writing A Thing? Never Happened Before.

always shut doors and open windows, why the chill breeze  on my back - i can’t bear all this fresh opportunity streaming blue, screaming who are you to refuse a calling? consider this a push into further than can be seen, for cold feet and hot hands  busy with potential, view so wide it can’t be contained by panes split straight and squared, lines drawn and crossed, your leaving a threshold like a question still standing and abandoned, another empty frame

Do you ever stumble upon a thing that moves something in your shell? Yeah, that's it

Perfect Butterfly 🦋

Wrote a poem and finally finished drawing it oit. Check the break for the poem:

Caterpillars gorge on food 'til they become a chrysalis

Destroying their own body inside to make a new one

Turning into a butterfly

A beautiful butterfly

Caterpillars are always hungry

Biting off more than they can chew

Take on so many things until you can't take it anymore

Hide away

Destroy what you hate about yourself

And come out anew

And then do it again

And again

And again

So when will this caterpillar

Become a beautiful perfect

Butterfly?

Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈

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Light City

"I am a bird,

Locked inside its cage.

I am watched by others with glee,

As they listen to me sing songs of sorrow,

And my everlasting melancholy.

Forever stuck.

Forced to watch as others move along,

While I remember the freedom

That I'm no longer allowed to feel.

I remember the wind

As I raced through the breeze.

Never was I lonely,

With the sun and the sky,

Keeping me company.

Now I just watch

As my friends soar away.

They sing songs of joy,

And of freedom,

And love,

While I waste away.

I am a bird.

I am locked in my cage.

My love,

My freedom,

My joy,

All stolen away."

- B

Hello! This is my first post, so I don't really know what to do. This is a poem I wrote, and I'd be happy to read any criticism or advice you have for me, and I hope my poem was able to make you feel something.

L. V., i found this poem when you let me walk around your mind

That is a very derpy Shakespeare... Silliam Derpspear if you will

Would you hang or would you sink?

Flutter like butterfly or moth?

Freeze over or return to ash?

I Gave a Spider Water

...

I held a snake.

I gave a spider water And I may have seen it wave;

I don't know if it was thanking me.

But I knew the snake was curious. Its skin felt cold on mine—

But the spider? I couldn't tell If it was thanking or

Warning me.

At least the snake Could show me its eyes.

The spider just waved and waved.

...

Andi Leigh 08/31/2024

FRAGMENTS

Fragments, oh fragments

Small pieces of brokenness

Time chiseled off moments

in detached consciousness

Shattered hope and dreams

In solitary confinement

Fear, in suppressed screams

Enforced early retirement

Retained disappointed feats

Trigger the onset of delusion

Unto bowing lowly in defeat

Reduced to utter confusion

Blasted, stripped of dignity

Unretrieved pieces of unity

Fragments of human sanity

©Johnny J P Lee

(Novelist, Author & Poet)

A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)

Photos, Unsplash Images

Umm, Hello!

If you somehow wound up on this one, please consider heading on to the sideblog, which is actually being updated:

@thehangedwords

I don't know, maybe I'll start doing something here in the future?