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The Adventures of Business Cat - Full Circle
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Across the line
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Birthday Wishes in Three-fold Strength
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Disarrayed Sense of Belonging
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A Loving god
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'Where do I belong?' she ponders...
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Stamp: Itz meh wight
Stamp: Itz meh wight
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The Other Brother of My Daughter
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I'm Not A Special Snowflake
I'm Not A Special Snowflake
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Tree of Life
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Livre du Soleil - Book of the Sun
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The End of Times
Straining to see through the world's glass My eyes hurt and my heart is pained I question where I belong in all this mess The fear of the uncertainty is never-ending I hover outside the point of inclusion It's difficult to understand how to be human The world is enveloped in a new chaos Individuals become enveloped in the mass
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Luna's Royal Belongings
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On the Outside Looking In
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4. Belonging (Poem)
 Distressed to appear In the eyes of others, Destiny unclear, My will falters. Falters to find purpose In what once made sense, Unsteady and nervous Are my armory that mense. Mense the imperfect dialectic Between being and belonging To a world so hectic In which we’re simply passing Passing is our curse For we were never meant to be Eternal; ephemeral is our plea, Yet it never quenches our thirst. Thirst to our need of belonging, Over the feeling of being whole Confusion is our toll, To our wish of mending. Mending our own doing To bring unity To what needs to be; Harmony between being and belonging. .
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In a World Anew - Free Verse Poem
Desolate, empty, and unsatisfied Nearly your every waking moment You find yourself wishing you were a child again No longer plagued by such alien desires But maybe this planet is just no longer enough to sustain you And maybe... Just maybe... Your home is somewhere... Out there... Set among the stars in a celestial expanse Just waiting for you to set foot On it's warm, welcoming soil Where you will take root And rise Becoming a sycamore that touches the sun, unsinged Enveloping the surface below in cool shade At last, that world will experience a reprieve From the relentless heat that beat down in your absence You are among your own But so
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Belonging
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Jorogumo Text Inktober
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Somewhere i belong?
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Richter
I was still breathing static fog, electric currents coursing through wire cage lungs. Copper coated tongue sparks in shades of orange and gold, I feel the surge and my body comes alive, pins and needles shivering in the flux of the obsolete circuitry burning in my chest. Flashbulb sunbursts burn white lights into my eyes, Moire patterns move the green earth in cosmic undulations, a mirage of the dancing atmosphere I cannot deny, nor confirm the existence of. Seismic rhythms, tectonic thumps in the fault of my ribs, the rattling of rebar and bone, my Embarcadero spine crumbling into the rift of unexplored daylight. Rebirth in the tomb of t
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Comfort
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Sacred Solitude
There is something beautiful and poetic about being alone, The buzz of people, so much more than I could ever condone, Pulsing, with a sense of belonging... I cannot allow you to break into my head, Filling me with an infernal sense of dread, And unmatched longing... I see you there, trying to change me, lurking in the shadows, Watching as I try to drown myself in the many sorrows, Hidden, dying within my soul... Feeling so much, sensing the ebb and flow of the lunar tide, It all fades away, so long as you are not here by my side; I know now that I can never be whole... If I can't be around you, never able to touch you again, Unable to reac
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My Place Among the Fantasies (Poem)
I write word after word And the fantasy comes to life The people I have created The stories I gave birth Alive and vividly flowing At the transcendence of each word At the swinging of my pencil At the strokes on the keyboard I wonder if these stories Can be a place for my heart's content Where I can be able to roam free Away from the droll of every day To live a life so beautiful In a world far apart Away from this life And the pain of coming days So here I fill these pages As my imagination makes wonders For here I am present As I witness my inventions Take hold and grow strong And become a piece of art divine Yet I won
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Ever Changing
You are otherworldly To the extent That you clearly Do not belong here... "Excuse me, but... You do not belong here, Sir. Now please, Get out of here With a face like that, And sadistic charms to match... You are a walking fairy tale, And I will be having No part of any of Every bit of all of that! So please just go... Before I Change... My mind..." And so he did; He got on the train, Walking to very end, And never looked back. Not. ever.
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