Kick a can, a bucket
Crawling, rising in pensive stance
Waiting for the fight
As guts knot
Stagger and spew
When words collide
Eerily creeping out
Just to go within
Forgetting who we were
Scratching begging to survive
Hiding behind fearful words
Of hate and betrayal
Only to find reflection
In a Mirror of guilt.
As the night growls from behind;
A body stands on edge;
Precipice taunting a promise of death;
Never sure if the wolves deserve a feeding;
Giving up or giving in;
For those without feeling;
Will never understand;
Pretending there is no empathy a difficult option;
As emotion steals the moments;
Wolves become frenzied with anticipation;
Waiting for their feast;
A body cocoons in a hope for momentary peace;
Delicate wings poke through;
In a warriors stance;
A body will take flight;
While stepping over the threshold of choice.
With a nature as big as the wind;
She flew tails whipping behind her;
Bursting through, she screamed;
Built up fear pushing her all the way;
It was a chance not easily given up;
Unknown forces inciting a whisper
Promising a destiny of advantage;
It being the only way to the top.
As she lit the way by his gaslight;
She learned to plan ahead.
Only but a snakes skin to be shed;
Deep within her heart a love rages on.
By natures patient ticking clock;
She knew the end is near.
As the little girl dances;
The little girl soars.
As a reflection
I leave you forever
Let go, let go, let go
Fairy tale dreams
Of romance just another afterthought
Weak bonds turned inside out
For all to see, the real me
The real you, no hiding in shadows
No lies untold as truth prevails
Endings of bittersweet pallor
To many good ones had to let go
For new beginnings and new endings
I say farewell and bring it on
No more going with the flow
This year I will create it.
via Daily Prompt: Year
No more waiting
For an answer
For a feeling
For those things
in the murky sea of fish.
Growing breathing please
sun down on me;
Chlorophyll coursing through
green to light our way.
Save our Gaia family
find some respect.
As the bees’ drink her
the nectar of our gods.
Give thanks, turned into action
great mother, do not be sad.
We will find our water
to nurture vegetal roots.
This was a difficult word for me to use. I don’t like it because it not familiar to me, I hope I did it justice. I also tried to be positive, another thing while writing, I can find difficult and annoying at times. Plus, seriously amusing to me, the fact that I can not correct the spelling with word presss’ spell check drives me nuts. But with all of that said, I hope I conveyed to you a pleasant warning.
via Daily Prompt: Vegetal