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Silvery Appearing On Dark

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silvery Appearing On Dark

 

 

 

Why like this—are we

While you're lying on the ground

Bedstead hovering









Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is reedited on 07.12.2019.

 

A replacement/substitution of a specific phrase "bed base" to the word "bedstead" was made unto the last line to properly denote what I had in mind earlier on.  I wanted to achieve something that I formerly thought would better represent those ideas (the intended imagery which was originally imprinted in my mind/thoughts during my initial creative process).  The specific word was not known to myself yet, or I also have no exact vocabulary word for that specific thought.  Neither do I know really how to call it, up until this point, because of the many specified ways to call something that resembles a type of a bed. This poem, therefore, might be tentative for that reason (due to the limited vocabulary words that I possess & for yet clarifying such undetermined objects in my mind).  Thank you for reading on.

Qualities

If I talk about my 6 qualities,

they're not really much of an ability.

 

One of them might be that I obsess over everything,

but that's only because I am very settling.

Second could be that I am good at math and science,

but never could I ever seem to hold an appliance.

Now third comes next, the fact that I cheer people up,

and now that I think of it, it's probably because I'm such a crackup.

 

Those were my best traits,

including that I am very good with dates;

Yes, the one on the calendar,

I don't need to say the worse ones any louder.

 

My next 3 include me being annoying, 

because everything I do or touch, I seem to be destroying.

I also want to stop being so insecure,

or that I'm mean to my brother because I want a sister.

I always hate it when my family make fun of me,

so I always seem to be crying, unfree.

 

Those are all my traits from myself,

the lesson to be learning is to just be yourself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem back in 6th grade so I decided to post it here haha :)

Scorpio

Within my majestic eyes, there's a sea of darkness

 

Shrouded with mystery, a solitary ocean

 

Rippling waves of intense emotions.

 

Soft as a blanket yet sharp as blades.

 

Pursuing passions, through dominance and dynamicity.

 

These eyes, ablaze with burning intensity

 

Passion, romance and intimacy with of hint of jealousy.

 

Tread on my tail lightly, never feed me lies,

 

Your facades that are transparent to me

 

Because I'll peel back layer upon layer of you

 

Because my personality presents itself in various shades,

 

True colours aren't hard to release from their cage and I'll see right through

 

I'm a beautiful ocean of secrets

 

The representation of a water sign

 

But only those who can handle me,

 

Can swim exclusively.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for all the Scorpios out there :) written by a Scorpio, describing how she is herself.

Hyrda

Mortal so he comes,

Be it not for his immortal crowned head,

Thorned upon the throes of man and beast.

His eyes fall upon the soul of Hadies world, 

Formed against decapitated ring heads.

 

Maybe his past soul fell among the rubble of distant times,

Punished by Zeus to see all gaze into his octopian eyes.

Every man fears his stare,

poisoned among those iris hollowed strong,

Like the holes of Christian feet,

Bleeding for eternity among the sin

Of what once was.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Based on the Greek Mythological creature the Hydra

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Oh Mother

Oh mother I love you dear
but this you've passed on
the manipulation the fear
the passive aggression still lives inside
stuffing, ignoring and wanting to hide
when will I let go of these traits
when will I stop making such great mistakes

oh mother I love you dear
my love for you is so sincere
but this you've passed on
leaves people mistrusting me
so suspicious and always left questioning
how can I blame them when this is my truth
should have grown past this while still in my youth

oh mother I love you dear
but this you've passed on
won't just disappear
the blaming the shaming the guilt instilled
all of it leaving me so unfulfilled
I try so hard to fight my own nature
and no one's gonna sign my liability waiver

Oh mother I love you dear
but this you've passed on
I cannot revere
you say it's a family trait
like it's something to celebrate
but that does not resonate
and I will not be your replicate
Oh mother I love you dear
I promise myself I will perservere

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