burn to dirt
#2 of dreamworld oc featured: rhue (no link) the imagery clouding his head brings tears to his eyes. blood, pouring through the fields of their home, seeps to the dirt beneath him.
Poem: Finally Sleeping
Cw: suicidal imagery ---------------------------------------- i never knew what rest meant. i never know i was tired. i never knew past exhaustion, and through anxiety, so wired. i never knew what rest meant. i never knew without hope.
Inner Minds
Poem a flaccid ocean stretches outwards from my feet being lost in broken imagery a photograph shattered a million shards of perforated memories mirrored destruction in my heart floating atop the water's edges a silver stream of forced rationality
Poem #78: Toast
This assignment was to write a poem of descriptive imagery about something constantly in our lives, or something that sticks out. i eat a lot of toast, so here we are.
On the Moon
The imagery is drawn from mohawk traditions about the moon and sun, respectively. on the moon by mohawk puma look upon the moon, see her lovely silver face. wise grandmother, keeper of the tide, grandmother to all children.
Scrap: Electricity
#1 of scraps this is a scrap of imagery that came to mind after i watched a youtube video of someone speed painting a picture. alex stood in the valley, completely ignoring the rain pelting his fur.
From Me To You
This one is my favorite mainly because of the imagery i ended up seeing as i wrote it. take this time, and take it down. wrap it all up, like a beautiful gown. and after the storm you musn't touch.
Synesthesia
And cross they do in corridors between neurons in our guts and hearts, each unfurling its personal propaganda, unique signature handshakes, all coalescing in emotional centres to evolve into intricate imagery of smell and tactile recreations of
Foxhunt
Without outlet or reassurance; self-destruction like a revved up engine on an empty radiator grieving but not moving woke up this morn, got up, idea was on my plate no time to contemplate reach for the moon a sordid imagery forced within my face undid
Yours
#11 of poems content warning: angry, vicious imagery. i originally wrote this back in march when i was extremely angry. i'm extremely angry today, too, but this seems like a good time to finally release it now that i've had some time to sit with it.
Garden Face
Her husband comes in and jeers at her for acquainting her own mind with such affluent imagery. this woman sighs, removes her sunhat and gloves, buries it all under the cushions.
A Dragon's Memoir I
I couldn't blame them in a way, if this was life then there was nothing more to be done, but the imagery my parents had shared told me this was far, far from it.