I grew up in a war-shaped cage.
I dodged the snipers and the dogs,
and wished for fighting on some days
when there were tests to take in school.
In time the war-shaped cage gave way
and all of us alive were freed,
though fools kept every broken piece
and seek and seek to bring it back.
*
Shall I show you my pain-shaped cage,
or tell you who is here with me?
There is no need. Reach out your hand
to those who share your own with you.
*
Do you call love a heart-shaped cage?
You are mistaken, if you do.
Love is a freedom, though it binds;
a precious freedom, one of few.
*
Some call the world a life-shaped cage,
and say we mus
plate tectonics (of pulling yourself apart) by counting-vertebrae, literature
Literature
plate tectonics (of pulling yourself apart)
i am all
the ridges
of your knuckles
&
the skin that splits
in two like a fault line
[ this is
survival
of the
sickest ]
a body of contour lines,
divergent boundaries -
can't you keep your bones
buried in the backyard no one wants
to see them
After the Third Great War there was barren wasteland of earth. Vines grew over the buildings and bridges. Wild flowers grew in fields of dust and grime. Sometimes you could hear a bird singing in the distance but it wasn't quite beautiful, it was eery. The earth was almost silent. There was great ash over the world due to nuclear bombs.
Many children survived, however. Their parents hid them away while they were taken to prisoner camps. Eventually, the bombings stopped and the children ran wild, trying to gather food and avoid wild animals.
One day, men in yellow uniforms came and gather the children and transported them to orphanages
A Labyrinth In My Head by Thediamondintherough, literature
Literature
A Labyrinth In My Head
I woke up today in absolute forlornness,
Sunlight pouring over me like a sickness
As my blankets suffocated me,
I didn't want to leave their dreadful grip.
I wake up each day in a dreary daze,
I crave to remain in my comatose state,
But if I can't avoid awakening
Then I can only avoid slumber all together.
The forlornness is too painful to bear,
But sleep deprivation is less of a burden,
The physical ailments are far less agonizing
Than the mental ones.
I woke up yesterday in absolute despair,
The sunlight surrounded me like a deadly infection,
As my body and skin suffocated me,
I would've given anything to escape,
But how do I escape my
I have a jar of bullets.
I've collected every single one
That you shot through me.
I don't know why I keep it.
It hurts every time I look at it.
Phantom pains.
Or are they?
Maybe I missed one
While you were reloading.
Maybe I forgot to be thorough
In my panic to stop the bleeding.
But soft hands couldn't dam the flow.
Is it ironic that I lodged
A burning bullet into the hole?
(A temporary fix til I could get proper treatment).
Taking cover and 'I surrender's
Didn't stop the onslaught.
You were persistent in shattering
Any piece of me you could see.
I have a jar of bullets.
And I carry it on my chest.
Slowly suffocating beneath the lead.
Ascension (Elements of Distance) by ShadowWorldRed, literature
Literature
Ascension (Elements of Distance)
You are helium to my soul, and I ascend, yet
Your scent to my senses remains odorless.
Tasteless are your lips, to mine; just as
My own reflection appears not in your eyes.
I see no color of your aura, radiating
From the electronic images of you that
I gaze upon longingly, and with increasing
Frequency.
Mine is an inert disguise; it hangs useless
In the closet, where colorless dreams sleep
Alongside nightmares like Big Bangs which
Empty my soul and torment me; is everything
Not real? I reach out and touch nothingness -
Infinite gas and vapor, cold blackness and dust...
Sunlight seeps in along the edges of a roller
Blind to give me sight as
Breathe.
It is the most fundamental things to life, a mark to show that one is alive. It is the first thing we do as soon as we are brought into this world. It is also one of the basic elements when learning the art of battle. Posture, movement, power, it's all controlled by how one breathes.
And as important as it is to war, it is also a marker of one's state. Quick breaths, short breaths, long pauses, sighs, we have so much ways to name one's state of breathing, each a piece of the puzzle when it comes to understanding our thoughts and moods.
But even up here, where none breathe, I watch, your breathing calm and controlled. Even as you f