No clowning around... a Halloween treat Odd joviality sweet... Candy? peanuts! No! salty crunch... treat "Try it" said the clown to me Marshmallow yum? peanuts... Banana flavor not salty at all scrumptious! Oddly appetizing merriment Circus Peanuts
Young is a feeling I don't feel often, but when I do it's here. With the wind dancing in my hair. Roar of the engines shift. Speeding through the night, Away from the hellish sentiments. And living is my nightmare, But not here. Songs thump and vibrate, From the speed demon. I hear no words or melody, But I feel it in my core. We are awake. Enlightened. Almost. But not quite.
Who am I?
Am I my Mind?
Or am I something
Other
Trapped
Inside my Mind?
If I am my Mind, I am surely
Trapped
Inside my Brain.
My Brain, which doesn’t seem to be firing
On all cylinders
Of late.
Perhaps I am my Brain?
Trapped
Inside my Body.
Trapped inside this Body which brings me no pleasure
Brings me feelings only of unbridled
Disgust
Who am I?
Am I this Body?
This Body which dutifully carries my Brain, my Mind, my Self
Through the minutiae of Every Day
This Body I should be so, so grateful for
This Body I take for granted
This Body I am
Trapped
In.
Who am I?
I am tired.
I am bored.
I am lonely.
I, who h
Socially acceptable by MyEscapeMyWonderland, literature
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Socially acceptable
Losing independence,
losing me,
locked but seemingly free.
Socially acceptable disease.
Hidden secrets,
silent enemies.
creeping in the night.
I lean on you,
for the fight.
Just another student
having fun,
but that's where
they're wrong.
rain came down from the hills triumphant, ready to kill we ran through the soggy grasses, searching do you see anything? there was no shelter for us until you spotted something, or someone what looked like a shack down below we raced to the abandoned bungalow it was dusty inside and smelled of rotting wood you closed the door behind us for good "it's going to be alright" you said i don't feel good about this you gave me your cold, grimy hand i followed you to a corner, covered in sand outside, the wind screamed with witches but you assured me it was my wild imagination you told me we would survive this night minutes ago, we were dancing in the sunlight now the thunder rolled loud and strong demanding we hear its song i looked to you, the one i most admire i always have, even without the fire it's only been months, or has it been years? with you, i lose track of all time and fear that's how i fell asleep resting my head on your knee you let out a sigh, relieving yourself of the
Another Piece of Poetry Note: I have nothing against people that write #haiku (s). I just don’t like them. Haiku is uncool Arbitrary not rhyming Syllables counted Never enough room Senses and details left out Format killing all
Wings Of Midnight~
In a pond was reflected the night sky
The stars gleamed in my dulled eyes
Tears finally falling
Shaking the stars
As I remember
The cruel look in your eyes
As you tore from me, my innocence
Each memory like salt on a raw wound
And as I cry, the moon darkens
As I lift in the sky
Unfurling wings of midnight
Look Through The Mirror~
Hands on the mirror, blood dripping down
Glass a mural of crimson
Pitiful reflection, cracked, broken
Scars, white half moons on skin
Radiating a cool fear
Breath is but a dream as the razor's shine scarlet
In the dark gleam of the moon
Their rose hue matching my painted wrists
And I smile as
Reflections on Beloved Genres, Pt. 2 - Melodeath by PrecariouslyPeculiar, literature
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Reflections on Beloved Genres, Pt. 2 - Melodeath
There is a genre of music
That is like a poetry-reading
Set to mandolin-esque techniques
That is because the vocals
Are closer to talking than singing
Utilizing the voice more for rhythm
Than for melody
And due to that melodic absence
Supporting instruments can do more
Than they usually can
Filling the void
And the rhythm section, as always
Can go wild
Doubling down on those vocal rhythms
In this genre of music, however
Rather than long mandolin melodies
Like a fairy dancing about
Atop an open flower
We have distorted electric guitars
And instead of singing
Instead of what's called clean-vocals
We have harsh-vocals
Better known as screami
tilted towards the stars by rustandwine, literature
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tilted towards the stars
from space, we come; to space, we go. rising from the deeps and the loam with our heads forever tilted towards the stars, perhaps we are cruelly nostalgic for the simpler pre-sapience times. of course, this seems quite foolish, as that complexity of thought drives us to even consider such preposterous notions as nostalgia and cruelty. to be fair, we’re not even sure if we truly are the most ridiculous example of conglomerated cells formed into mortal shape and set to course on this oft-opined ocean of meaning. with ourselves as our only point of reference, we strive to rise, ascending to meet the destination of our dreams.
No longer sitting alone, Now exploring my mind freely. Hand in hand with you. The parts of my mind that once frightened me, You now lead me into. Still afraid, I look up to you, Silently asking to hold back. Nut you lead me forward with a smile. The darkness that once surrounded this place, Now dissipates like fog. I look around the long forgotten field.. And see nothing. What was once here.. Dreams, wishes, fantasies.. Is now gone, Replaced by soot and ash. You pull me into your arms and whisper, That it's time to return this field to its former beauty. With you, I have new dreams. New wishes and fantasies. And slowly, my field brightens. In time, it is no longer black and sad. But full of life and color. Your eyes shine when you smile down at me. And we lay together, hand in hand. Eternally in the place we have created. Everything we want is ours.. And this is our place.
Sand and rock,
Both beautiful when forged through fire,
But glass shatters, considered weak
And iron wins wars
One is stronger simply by design
That’s not it, though, is it?
Anyone who works with either can tell you:
It’s not what it’s made of but rather how you make it
Glass can stop bullets while iron can be brittle
Glass explodes where iron melts
Shattered glass cuts and iron grows dull
Say what you will about my “fragility”
But at least if broken
I will fight back
Do I make you proud?
Are you looking down on me
With a smile on your lips?
Are you saying
"That's my girl"
While pointing at me
With pride sparkling in your eyes
Or are you shaking your head shamefully
Realizing just how badly you fucked up
When you left me here
In a world
Void of you?
Previously
I was like a rat
In your glue trap
The guilt of my decision
Was suffocating as I laid there
You called me selfish
For taking care of myself
For this negativity I have dispelled
Self-care rushed down
Releasing me from any guilt I had
At the end of the day
I am still a rat
With self confidence I used to lack
I still run through the sewers
Without having to worry about you
Its not perfect
But its still a start
There was a theory, I heard once
About stardust
And… Its one I’ve found to be quite romantic.
The theory was that one day
Countless years ago
A star exploded
Its insides scattered throughout the universe
Never to be heard or thought of again
Close curtains
End of Act One
Intermission
The scene has changed
A new story, one unrelated to the first or so it appears
Shiny new actors, a glittering set, the crowd finds itself asking:
How do they relate?
Perhaps the connection would be made clear with the word
“Ashes”
There is the legend of the Phoenix
An idea that we tend to romanticize
It lives, it dies, it lives again
Aris
Could I imagine thine own heart
fluttering within my chest?
Can it be that my lifeblood
has been entrusted to your veins?
We were welcomed into
each other’s arms,
our union was purer
than the farthest stars…
The words that dropped from your perfect lips
gave me wings, floating like wisps
in the air, invisible,
granting us escape from glares,
from slurs and stares, and unacceptance.
Misunderstandings and judgments,
society’s sneer, does it pervade thy thoughts
as it does mine?
Who are we to be ashamed,
repent, and sacrifice each other
just so we can walk together
without pain without fear,
please, love, let us
just be ourselv
[V1] You gave us laughter, gave us hope For a world much kinder than this All the days you opened up your home And let us be your kids [Chorus] So we sing for you tonight The song we owed so long ago For the wondrous days you made so bright Oh, how we miss you so [V2] And we will not forget the days When you took us under your wing Your kindly smile, infectious laugh, And a soul that made us sing [Chorus] [V3] Quick to laugh but slow to judge You showed us what kindness should be You fed the hungry, welcomed the lost And taught us to give for free [Chorus] [Bridge] You showed us life is a precious gift And one to be shared in love Oh, but Honey, you left us far too soon To be with your Father above… [Chorus 2] So we sing a lullaby To ease our weary souls For the hole that still weighs down our hearts As we try to let you go. And we sing for you tonight The song we owed so long ago For the wondrous days you made so bright Oh, how we miss you so Oh, how we miss you so
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
A sickening rhythm I’ve come to mock.
One sound for each second, three hands on the clock,
I just want the world to stop.
Funny, how things work
You smile your way through life, day by day,
Fake laughter and only surface-level politeness
Hoping it will get better
Countless sunsets, an aimless trudge through the months,
Soon you’ll need a new calendar
But when will it stop hurting?
Summer after summer I’ve faked my joy
Reveling in this false illusion of free will and happiness
Because I know you’d want me to.
Try and live my life, make friends, forget.
And I pretend to, I pretend I’ve st