Submissions by hyperviolet

i wish to never feel their staring eyes glaring, expectedly
the burning sensation, knowing there are so many whom are aware of me
i don't want to be known

you may pick up the rose and smell it
but you will also know the pain of the thorns

i would rather drop off the face of this damnable earth
i would like to share the things that i alone create
but not to an audience, rather to a group
because i quite like my seclusion

i am a hermit and i will stay inside my shell

I love the bugs in the dirt beneath my feet
I adore the sharks which feast
I think bird’s songs are nothing short of wonderful
And even a grizzly bear could put me into safety’s lull

The plants, so complicated yet simple
The water and the complicated ways it can ripple
A flying squirrel, soaring through the brush and branches
The ways in which a species advances

A spider, the originators of fine art
A snake coiled around my arm
A groundhog, burrowed deep inside the earth
These things and others is what the world is worth

I can only give so much strength until I break
Until I shatter under the weight
I sit now antipathetic to the cracks which now writhe
For my mental tithe to the void works me down to bone
Inexorable anxiety about nothing in particular
You think yourself as any more than perpendicular to my trajectory
But the trigonometry that governs our paths through life says otherwise
I will keep on being me
Maybe not here though, i’d like to be elsewhere
Where my entropic probabilities doesn’t break others
And where I can get away from the chaos...

We know only what we see, what we hear
And clearly, to you, I am a specter, untalking
You know nothing of whom you speak of
And yet you talk with such certainty about me,
Never even having let me truly speak.

And now, you think I must understand you,
Know your ambition, your fear, your troubles?
I owe you nothing, for you never gave me
The chance to be known, the chance to be discovered as I am.
You never even tried to see.

Instead, you began to conclude, prejudicially
That I am nothing but the other, the outsider
And...