Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd April 2022 12:25pm
WINNER
Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
Poem of the Month - April 2022
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Still
Apparently my family quite carelessly remarried me.
A fan of me allegedly, appeared to be a fantasy.
A sentiment I feel and love is warm and supple like cement.
Demented honey brains remember all the rules and chains I bent.
I thought of it. A lot of it.
I even went and bought a hit.
Arose to a level I never thought i’d be bothered with.
Smothered by a mother’s tit is hotter when I fought for it.
I oughta have a candle lit but rains will always parry it.
I would like,
very much,
to be treated,
with a touch.
So light.
Barely visible by sight.
Merely missable delight.
Instinctively reacted yet vicariously acted
to the many re-elected non affected sacks of
shit who never resurrected nor corrected any
spoils of war they manufactured.
I sigh with all my crumbling might.
I might’ve sold my weakened light.
To the downstairs neighbour.
You know, dressed in red and white,
always awake, the man all the neighbours’ kids are afraid for.
Very much alive still.
Very married to my wife still.
Yet ever so departed from a life I’d like to live still.
Still.
A fan of me allegedly, appeared to be a fantasy.
A sentiment I feel and love is warm and supple like cement.
Demented honey brains remember all the rules and chains I bent.
I thought of it. A lot of it.
I even went and bought a hit.
Arose to a level I never thought i’d be bothered with.
Smothered by a mother’s tit is hotter when I fought for it.
I oughta have a candle lit but rains will always parry it.
I would like,
very much,
to be treated,
with a touch.
So light.
Barely visible by sight.
Merely missable delight.
Instinctively reacted yet vicariously acted
to the many re-elected non affected sacks of
shit who never resurrected nor corrected any
spoils of war they manufactured.
I sigh with all my crumbling might.
I might’ve sold my weakened light.
To the downstairs neighbour.
You know, dressed in red and white,
always awake, the man all the neighbours’ kids are afraid for.
Very much alive still.
Very married to my wife still.
Yet ever so departed from a life I’d like to live still.
Still.
Written by Drieks
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Human Poetry
I love to read you front to back
Back to front
Learning the ins and outs of when it comes to the makings of you
Hearing and reading your words brings a quench to my once dehydrated soul
It's almost like hearing a choir belting out spiritual hymns
Your words should be mounted upon the holy grail
For no one can match the cadence and the delivery you evoke in every poem
Decipher your feelings and piece together the fantasies deep within your dwelling
Just being in the presence of you and soaking up your intellect, is truly compelling
Your words are like tangled vines, I'm always wrapped up tightly in their grasp
Back to front
Learning the ins and outs of when it comes to the makings of you
Hearing and reading your words brings a quench to my once dehydrated soul
It's almost like hearing a choir belting out spiritual hymns
Your words should be mounted upon the holy grail
For no one can match the cadence and the delivery you evoke in every poem
Decipher your feelings and piece together the fantasies deep within your dwelling
Just being in the presence of you and soaking up your intellect, is truly compelling
Your words are like tangled vines, I'm always wrapped up tightly in their grasp
Written by LibraSoul96
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weeps the angels come back to me
I'm keening can't you hear me?
in the darkness uttering prayers
silently calling you to me
in my loneliness misunderstood
a misfit wandering the vast
picking up secrets and old bones
placing them in my pockets
a child of hope
I know your soul
we were once one
now on separate paths
I long to touch you again
I can feel you near
it's killing me
I send out a sos
it echos back to me
I hear you darling come home to me
but I can't,
I've lost my way on the sea of faces
utterly desolate
I weep
Written by smackdownraven
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Still
Apparently my family quite carelessly remarried me.
A fan of me allegedly, appeared to be a fantasy.
A sentiment I feel and love is warm and supple like cement.
Demented honey brains remember all the rules and chains I bent.
I thought of it. A lot of it.
I even went and bought a hit.
Arose to a level I never thought i’d be bothered with.
Smothered by a mother’s tit is hotter when I fought for it.
I oughta have a candle lit but rains will always parry it.
I would like,
very much,
to be treated,
with a touch.
So light.
Barely visible by sight.
Merely missable delight.
Instinctively reacted yet vicariously acted
to the many re-elected non affected sacks of
shit who never resurrected nor corrected any
spoils of war they manufactured.
I sigh with all my crumbling might.
I might’ve sold my weakened light.
To the downstairs neighbour.
You know, dressed in red and white,
always awake, the man all the neighbours’ kids are afraid for.
Very much alive still.
Very married to my wife still.
Yet ever so departed from a life I’d like to live still.
Still.
A fan of me allegedly, appeared to be a fantasy.
A sentiment I feel and love is warm and supple like cement.
Demented honey brains remember all the rules and chains I bent.
I thought of it. A lot of it.
I even went and bought a hit.
Arose to a level I never thought i’d be bothered with.
Smothered by a mother’s tit is hotter when I fought for it.
I oughta have a candle lit but rains will always parry it.
I would like,
very much,
to be treated,
with a touch.
So light.
Barely visible by sight.
Merely missable delight.
Instinctively reacted yet vicariously acted
to the many re-elected non affected sacks of
shit who never resurrected nor corrected any
spoils of war they manufactured.
I sigh with all my crumbling might.
I might’ve sold my weakened light.
To the downstairs neighbour.
You know, dressed in red and white,
always awake, the man all the neighbours’ kids are afraid for.
Very much alive still.
Very married to my wife still.
Yet ever so departed from a life I’d like to live still.
Still.
Written by Drieks
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Anonymous
where my spine divides the hemispheres.
intaglio'd and parfumed
egoless-
watching auguries
drape over the
remains of a charred
late evening
implacable gravity
...the hourglass tilts…
bones of the gods
lay perpendicular on my
plate;
sips of bourbony
oblivionó tea renders
vulnerable breaths, the
lament'd and et al sought
desires dances within its
steam
a patchwork’d shaw to
gauze cold-flesh of my
shoulders while a
small
bonfire burns abstracted
by Autumn hues
i ponder ...
whats beyond the balcony
rails of bronze-
Written by HowlingWhelms
(Noire)
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Paper Pirates
A fold-paper ship of such handsome build
Floating along in a calm rippling stream;
Delight's a young boy, enchanted and thrilled,
Hypnotized by the water, clear, agleam.
Pirates and shipmates imagined on board,
Seven Seas sailors all hearty and brave.
Treasure and riches, a wonderful hoard,
Set sail for an isle ~ and some secret cave.
Singing the songs to the tune of the pipe
Deep throated voices from black bearded lips.
Rousing sea shanties of many-a-type,
Tales of deeds done on watery trips.
But now a wild current swells in the weir...
His heroes and daydreams all disappear.
Floating along in a calm rippling stream;
Delight's a young boy, enchanted and thrilled,
Hypnotized by the water, clear, agleam.
Pirates and shipmates imagined on board,
Seven Seas sailors all hearty and brave.
Treasure and riches, a wonderful hoard,
Set sail for an isle ~ and some secret cave.
Singing the songs to the tune of the pipe
Deep throated voices from black bearded lips.
Rousing sea shanties of many-a-type,
Tales of deeds done on watery trips.
But now a wild current swells in the weir...
His heroes and daydreams all disappear.
Written by Alan-S-Jeeves
(Alan S Jeeves)
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Closing Time at The Dead Poets Karaoke Bar
It was the year of The Poetry Famine,
Metaphor blight drowned
Pearled-ships of blighty.
Crops circled, as a hundred hand clock,
Fields of rotting cocks & bowdlerised dream.
On broken limbs, retracing hesitant paths
Where the steps were worn, the poets broke bread.
Full fathom fallow,
Poisoned (ch)Alice daggered the
Soft marrow of each rabbit hole,
An iambic immortelle always exists
In the silence between silver flutter of words.
Hands which clutched the quill
Sewed sail-cloths through the vines
Of a delicate wave, stitched purple
Inside the serried ranks of bone.
Town crier buckled his throat
To the trails of the departing ravens, bellowed
“poetry has never started a revolution”
& his belly exploded into…… a thousand stanza shards.
Gunpowder rain swept the glass into gutters.
BANG!
BANG!
We were all dead anyway.
Metaphor blight drowned
Pearled-ships of blighty.
Crops circled, as a hundred hand clock,
Fields of rotting cocks & bowdlerised dream.
On broken limbs, retracing hesitant paths
Where the steps were worn, the poets broke bread.
Full fathom fallow,
Poisoned (ch)Alice daggered the
Soft marrow of each rabbit hole,
An iambic immortelle always exists
In the silence between silver flutter of words.
Hands which clutched the quill
Sewed sail-cloths through the vines
Of a delicate wave, stitched purple
Inside the serried ranks of bone.
Town crier buckled his throat
To the trails of the departing ravens, bellowed
“poetry has never started a revolution”
& his belly exploded into…… a thousand stanza shards.
Gunpowder rain swept the glass into gutters.
BANG!
BANG!
We were all dead anyway.
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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The Trembling Willow
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Written by Alan-S-Jeeves
(Alan S Jeeves)
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She's going out
You wipe lipstick
off your teeth
with a finger dipped in gin
I watch ash confetti
fall into the hearth
from your cigarette
as you lean forward
and slide on a red shoe
you spit polished clean.
You smooth yourself thin
by breathing in,
the mirror above the mantle piece
watches your mouth hold a smile
but your reflection won't let
it be happy,
it falls back too quickly
to anxious.
You'll be alright ?
you ask like a statement
and I sigh and draw out a yes
so you think I don't care.
Later when the door light
slices two dark halves
of my bedroom,
you'll whisper loudly
he's asleep
and the second stair tread
will creak twice
as you touch my hair.
In the morning
we'll pour quiet milk on bland cereal
you'll carry your mothers guilt
in dried out tea bags
while I try to sew fresh flowers
back on to your dress.
By tea time
you'll say we're alright
but its really a question
and I'll sigh and draw out a yes
so you'll think I don't care.
off your teeth
with a finger dipped in gin
I watch ash confetti
fall into the hearth
from your cigarette
as you lean forward
and slide on a red shoe
you spit polished clean.
You smooth yourself thin
by breathing in,
the mirror above the mantle piece
watches your mouth hold a smile
but your reflection won't let
it be happy,
it falls back too quickly
to anxious.
You'll be alright ?
you ask like a statement
and I sigh and draw out a yes
so you think I don't care.
Later when the door light
slices two dark halves
of my bedroom,
you'll whisper loudly
he's asleep
and the second stair tread
will creak twice
as you touch my hair.
In the morning
we'll pour quiet milk on bland cereal
you'll carry your mothers guilt
in dried out tea bags
while I try to sew fresh flowers
back on to your dress.
By tea time
you'll say we're alright
but its really a question
and I'll sigh and draw out a yes
so you'll think I don't care.
Written by Razzerleaf
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the art of remembering
I don't have many
fond memories of my childhood
but nature calls to me
the ocean, lakes and rivers
watering holes and waterfalls
I walked along the beach today
among the holidaying families
and I remember...
I remember long trips and country music
I remember car sickness
and vomiting lemonade
through my nose
I remember the word "delineater"
and how my dad always won eye spy
I remember forgetting my teddy bear
and crying half the way to the camp-site
I somehow managed to sleep okay with out him
but I hated that he was missing out
on the adventure
I remember cloud shape animals
and staring out the car window
imagining I could find faeries
and elves in the undergrowth
I remember sitting in a boat
atop a trailer
we weren't allowed in the water
but my dad braved it
every time
and never got eaten
by a crocodile
back then my dad had a glare
that could stop any monster
in its hungry stalk
to make the rest of a snack
I remember hooking a giant cat fish
and not being strong enough
to reel it in
and my brothers spent
the rest of the trip
telling me it wasn't a real catch
but it was still better
than the parental wrath
of what would have happened
if I'd dropped the rod
I remember eating fresh crab
and crying after my dad
whacked a shark on the head
so hard on the head with a mallet
it's eyes popped out of its head
I remember sitting on the safe
remote shore of some place
without crocodiles
and picking wildflowers
and drawing in my sketchbook
I remember the first time I smelt
the aftermath of a bushfire
and somehow found the
acrid stick and blackened landscape
beautiful
I remember campfires
on cold nights
and how my mum
made the best damper
I walked along the beach today
among the holidaying families
and I remembered
© Indie Adams 2022
fond memories of my childhood
but nature calls to me
the ocean, lakes and rivers
watering holes and waterfalls
I walked along the beach today
among the holidaying families
and I remember...
I remember long trips and country music
I remember car sickness
and vomiting lemonade
through my nose
I remember the word "delineater"
and how my dad always won eye spy
I remember forgetting my teddy bear
and crying half the way to the camp-site
I somehow managed to sleep okay with out him
but I hated that he was missing out
on the adventure
I remember cloud shape animals
and staring out the car window
imagining I could find faeries
and elves in the undergrowth
I remember sitting in a boat
atop a trailer
we weren't allowed in the water
but my dad braved it
every time
and never got eaten
by a crocodile
back then my dad had a glare
that could stop any monster
in its hungry stalk
to make the rest of a snack
I remember hooking a giant cat fish
and not being strong enough
to reel it in
and my brothers spent
the rest of the trip
telling me it wasn't a real catch
but it was still better
than the parental wrath
of what would have happened
if I'd dropped the rod
I remember eating fresh crab
and crying after my dad
whacked a shark on the head
so hard on the head with a mallet
it's eyes popped out of its head
I remember sitting on the safe
remote shore of some place
without crocodiles
and picking wildflowers
and drawing in my sketchbook
I remember the first time I smelt
the aftermath of a bushfire
and somehow found the
acrid stick and blackened landscape
beautiful
I remember campfires
on cold nights
and how my mum
made the best damper
I walked along the beach today
among the holidaying families
and I remembered
© Indie Adams 2022
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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the cure
you wonder why i leave the house
convinced it’s a evening walk, perhaps?
as if you beckon deception!
i hide away in the hollows of my feelings
running with damage only nature can restore
i don’t care, i turn my back
slither away, under barbed wires
i smell wisteria, their lavender petals so therapeutic
listening as my eyes quench thirsty roots
even they hunger for something
healing in the pale moonlight
no other human in sight
proof that people are mirages
i can’t seem to catch them
the forest is all i need
that’s the cure
so i’ll vent as every passing jay and lark
stops on familiar oak bark
welcoming a lonesome soul
i think i’m happier “alone”
let no folks near
the wind will wipe away my tears.
convinced it’s a evening walk, perhaps?
as if you beckon deception!
i hide away in the hollows of my feelings
running with damage only nature can restore
i don’t care, i turn my back
slither away, under barbed wires
i smell wisteria, their lavender petals so therapeutic
listening as my eyes quench thirsty roots
even they hunger for something
healing in the pale moonlight
no other human in sight
proof that people are mirages
i can’t seem to catch them
the forest is all i need
that’s the cure
so i’ll vent as every passing jay and lark
stops on familiar oak bark
welcoming a lonesome soul
i think i’m happier “alone”
let no folks near
the wind will wipe away my tears.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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Stardate# d34thbutpr0n0unc3n3d"nasa"
Its cold
I know and im sorry
But i been drifting away
With no one to save me.
My oxygen tank is failing
im sure thr boys in boca chica will save me
Figure out a ingenious way
Red greening the fuck out of it
(Nasa mission control rool falls silent eyes looked back scanning for the general who loweref his gaze with a feel of defeat and gave the nod that would sign the astronauts sentence of death in the cold vacuum of space a micro meteorite ,
Like a world ending proportions punched though his attachment line leaving him floating away )
Tell my family ....-nothing more is heard cept air escaping instesd of words.
(1n spac3 no1 wi11 h3ar y0u scræm)
I know and im sorry
But i been drifting away
With no one to save me.
My oxygen tank is failing
im sure thr boys in boca chica will save me
Figure out a ingenious way
Red greening the fuck out of it
(Nasa mission control rool falls silent eyes looked back scanning for the general who loweref his gaze with a feel of defeat and gave the nod that would sign the astronauts sentence of death in the cold vacuum of space a micro meteorite ,
Like a world ending proportions punched though his attachment line leaving him floating away )
Tell my family ....-nothing more is heard cept air escaping instesd of words.
(1n spac3 no1 wi11 h3ar y0u scræm)
Written by Weak4hissmile
(the.LittlestSP-EXPO)
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Forest of Soul
I don't want to be a burden to you
Don't wish to be a cloud on your sunny day
I wish I could silence my shadows
For at times they just seem so loud
I'll never be as bright as sun light,
I'll never match the rainbows in the sky
My darkness lingers throughout my soul
Always hiding in the cracks of my mind
Tangling my feet at every step forwards
I'm sorry that I make you sad with my story
I try to hide my tears but so often I fail
Going from rain to hail in one small glimmer
I crumble so often under my own expectation
That all I have to do is keep all this from you
It all seems so impossible to not create pain
I'm not a grassy field full of flowers and butterflies
Not a mossy stretch by a babbling brook under trees
My being is as complicated as a haunted forest
Full of glittering webs and the living ghosts of the dead
The further you go into loving me the harder it'll be
The shadows are darkest in the depths of a forest
I look in the pool of still water mirroring the moon
Wishing I could lie and say that I truly believed that I
Was someone who is truly worthy of love until the end
Somedays I wish I could be the warmth of a summer day
The feeling of cooling your feet in the water
Toes brushing the cold stones at the bottom
But at my best I am the earliest spring has to offer
Where the sun will hurt your eyes and the wind is chilly
I wish I wasn't a burden with all that I am
There's no defense I could ever make to you
Because I see the toll it takes on you navigating me
I have no grass fields in my being, no places to rest
I'm just a dark forest and I can't even give you a flashlight
Sometimes I am glowing mushrooms and dark green moss
But I feel like my love has grown from a decay I can't escape
Don't wish to be a cloud on your sunny day
I wish I could silence my shadows
For at times they just seem so loud
I'll never be as bright as sun light,
I'll never match the rainbows in the sky
My darkness lingers throughout my soul
Always hiding in the cracks of my mind
Tangling my feet at every step forwards
I'm sorry that I make you sad with my story
I try to hide my tears but so often I fail
Going from rain to hail in one small glimmer
I crumble so often under my own expectation
That all I have to do is keep all this from you
It all seems so impossible to not create pain
I'm not a grassy field full of flowers and butterflies
Not a mossy stretch by a babbling brook under trees
My being is as complicated as a haunted forest
Full of glittering webs and the living ghosts of the dead
The further you go into loving me the harder it'll be
The shadows are darkest in the depths of a forest
I look in the pool of still water mirroring the moon
Wishing I could lie and say that I truly believed that I
Was someone who is truly worthy of love until the end
Somedays I wish I could be the warmth of a summer day
The feeling of cooling your feet in the water
Toes brushing the cold stones at the bottom
But at my best I am the earliest spring has to offer
Where the sun will hurt your eyes and the wind is chilly
I wish I wasn't a burden with all that I am
There's no defense I could ever make to you
Because I see the toll it takes on you navigating me
I have no grass fields in my being, no places to rest
I'm just a dark forest and I can't even give you a flashlight
Sometimes I am glowing mushrooms and dark green moss
But I feel like my love has grown from a decay I can't escape
Written by BlueBeastGirl
(Beasty)
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