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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?
echoes of life
make themselves known
beneath the wave of madness.
i am reaching out to the bodies
and hoping they have not been
crushed under all the weight.
~K.T.
I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.
Water Torture
drip Her symptoms accumulate drip into a small puddle of worry drip that trembles with every drip that hits drip Light shatters on the bro- drip ken surface drip Darkness growing below it drip I don't cry drip That's a lie drip My tears only drip down to deepen the pool drip
drip Every day the drip of rain drip Nobody knows drip the pain she's in drip She swims drip light headed drip hardly sleeping drip hasn't eaten in days drip Blood count goes up drip and down drip A scan of an enlarged drip spleen drip She's finding it hard drip to breathe drip
drip The doctor is dissmisive drip The doctor is rude drip The doctor is drip unavailable drip We're googling symptoms drip we hope we're wrong drip The water is rising drip I hope she's strong drip She waits drip and I hope drip I hope drip I hope drip
drip She vomits drip she bleeds drip she cries drip and it's just another drip in the end- drip less freezing drip expanse of drip sea
A life of commas and semicolons The pauses and hesitations of the ellipsis The catastrophic ending of paragraphs The solitude of the blank spaces And the freedom of the thought never written
Are you breathing only
Because the world demands it?
Do you move through life
Just to check off the boxes?
Dear one,
Have you ever paused
And not because you were told?
Are you smiling only
To hide what’s aching inside,
Or do you laugh
Because it genuinely sparks joy?
Friend,
Have you wandered outside
And not just to run away?
Have you truly lived
For yourself?
wandering illusions
they all have your face, except
you look happy. that’s how i know
this is not real.
~K.T.
beneath the barren trees I am finally home
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Light City
some days, you’ll learn to be selfish, too
you’ll drink straight from the
jug. wipe your mouth with
your forearm. you’ll dance
past dizziness. let the nausea
carry you to bed. you’ll laugh
and laugh until your cheeks pinch.
~K.T.
My father’s laughter
Was so loud,
I could never tell if it was joy or pain.
What a terrible thing it is,
To watch your father’s pride
Fade away
I’m sorry you had to carry a weight
You never asked for.
I miss you.
cut short
I like flowers. For funerals and celebrations. Dead and alive. I like the earth. How it heals and harms. A dangerous home. I like space. Forever expanding away from me. I become smaller by the day, by the second. I like myself.
you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands
it’s hiding, just behind my eyes
i cannot call it a creature, for
it has no face, no limbs, not
even a heart. it is just a shadow.
a lingering memory that disappears
whenever i focus too hard.
~K.T.
Every day I am
Discovering something new
My branches expand
Every season isn't spring
I allow myself to rest
There is a poem scratched onto the walls of my throat. No one has ever heard it, but it is there.
Kai Cheng Thom
"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.
Poems are just word structures, sometimes devoid of poetry. Poetry goes far beyond words. Images are words too... Poetry is how we use these images.
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?
Phoenix
I’m trying to be what I’ve never been please don’t wipe these droplets away I’m crying for someone other than me can we just let them fall where they may Today I’ve tears enough for the world help me remember that love is to share I’ve been cold and numb for far too long and fear I may have forgotten to care God If you hear me, make me a phoenix I’ve been selfish these many long years I will cry a river, or an ocean if need be if You’ll place healing love in my tears
Inverted Vertigo
None
We need more cutesy horrors
silly oc doodle sticker ideas
smile, they say,
as if a smile is
just a vacuum cleaner
that sucks away
the sorrows of the world
smile, they say,
as if a smile is
just baking soda
that unclogs the drain
that has become my life
smile, they say,
as if a smile is
just a broom
that swipes away the sins
under the bedroom carpet
smile, they say,
and i will, for
how many skulls
have you seen
frowning?
what the moon can see
it is twilight again. she settles
into her spot upon a sky full
of stars. she looks down. i
wonder if she can see through
the blinds and into my bed. if she wants to see all this pain.
~K.T.
i write about the ocean like it is a lover
but the truth is it terrifies me.
it can choose to still, to reflect
the sky and all its shimmering
promises. it can rise, roar, and
swallow.
~K.T.
I'm going to asphyxiate xdddd
An authentic experience of me, reading the Silmarillion for the first time, trying to imagine what Melkor looks like:
Me: If the Ainur can choose how their fanar appear, then I bet he'd go for something physically intimidating... Tall, then. Most likely wierdly white-gray pale, too...
Me: Long, dark hair... Dressed in black robes, ooh! What if they pool at his feet when he stands, so it's kind of like he's emerging from a puddle of darkness... and... hmm.
Me: Why does this sound... familiar? W-who does it remind me of...?
Me: ...wait.
I am so sorry.