It holds the hills
Summer blades emblazoned
Glow of gentle grace
Warmth on winter’s face
Sol
Soulful
Now simply a star
Staled by study
Aten toppled
Man’s myth marred
Sol
Soulless
Tag: Poetry
Down
A long, long way down
Memories like a well
Leagues under the soil
History knows no bottom
I’ve seen the roots
Watered them with my tears
I’ve risen with them from the dirt
I know my origins
The place of my birth
My coming of age
Not of physicality
But of self and worth
You were there
Watering the soil I lay under
Pulling me to push through
Into a brighter, warmer world
I’m always down
For you
Beyond
There’s comfort in familiarity
That is deceiving
There’s joy in nostalgia
That is entrapping
I’m a particle in a wave
That will move beyond it all
Distance
You may be distant
But you aren’t pointless
Detachment is a symptom
Of a beautiful soul
Writing
You write about lost love
I write about dying friendships
And chaotic nerves
Dive
Take a dive
Immerse yourself in art and expression
Floating gently
In the human soul
Entryways and Exits
Balancing
Between panic and panic
Just beyond reach
Crystalline portals
To new worlds
Beyond this one
Of heart rates and clenching
They take the forms
Of night skies
Dancing fields
Miniature hands
Shooting stars
Freckles faces
Celestial sounds
Always visible
Always audible
Always unattainable
Both escape and entrapment
Entryways and exits
Beneficial Dysphoria
I feel too much.
I have emotions that are far stronger than most people understand.
I feel my guts in knots over the slightest things.
I was a pushover.
I was a doormat.
To many people at too many times.
Maybe I’ve swung too much in the other direction.
Maybe my insecurity makes me seem prideful.
I’m just trying to stay out of the fetal position.
I’ve found myself in the stars.
I’ve found myself in freckles.
When stars and freckles aren’t present I’m often lost.
Am I really independent after all?
I’m a perfectionist about the things that don’t matter to other people.
I let the things that do slip through the cracks.
Am I determined to myself but lazy to others?
Maybe I’m too aware of the cracks in my personality.
Maybe I should step back and learn to live without worry.
Maybe I should pretend that’s even a possibility for me.
Is there such a thing as beneficial dysphoria?
Relate
It’s you and me in this nightmare
That’s as often as pleasant as it is painful
Shared dreams, shared cracks in the shell
Humanity intertwined
Let’s not forget each other in the maze
My dead ends need your ways through
And my soul needs the one that belongs to you
Daily Prompt: Patina
Years are a purifier
Straining and sifting
Polishing the edges
Gems refined
You and I are rough hewn stones
Pulled from the dirt
And returning to it
Wizened by time
There is value in age
A shimmer to experience
Lessons learned
Gems refined
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