| ✰ | Poetry Maybe

[Ranger of the North]

Hmm. These are great! How many were written for/because of Burn This Home? Because a lot of them fit suspiciously well cx Hope I'm allowed to post? Can't remember, aah. Sorry if not!

[woes]

Thank you! These are all meant to be stand-alone things, but some ideas from BTH probably spilled over into these. ^^
(( also commenting is a-okay friend <3 ))

[woes]

Alone and forgotten, you hide beneath a shield of thorns.
You don't want to deal with this anymore.
You shouldn't have to deal with this anymore.
You're scared, you're lonely.
Something claws away at your pitiful soul.
You don't want to keep going,
Yet you must.

Maybe you can hide here a bit longer.
Maybe you just need to outlast this.

You have to keep going.
Please.

[woes]

You're finally beginning to understand why she gave you this curse.
Why those teeth settle so heavily in your deep pockets.
Why you're forced to piece together that shattered antler oh-so-slowly.

Did she even want you to understand?
Maybe she just wanted you to hurt. To feel.
And maybe, just maybe,
You deserve it.

[woes]

You visit that stone once again.
Laying your torn-up hands against the freshly turned earth,
you whisper into the wind, begging for a response.
He responds with rain, a storm on the horizon.

Forcing down a sob, you lay out your offering;
A rose, some cobwebs, and an old stuffed animal.
He would have smiled at the oddities.
A tear slips away at the thought.

[Ranger of the North]

oooaaa, the imagery and feels !

[douceur]

I love this.
I envy anyone who writes well.

[woes]

ahh thank you two, you're both very sweet <3

[woes]

Waking up with a tight chest and the murky taste of Déjà vu,
you're overcome with that horrible calm.
Satisfaction with the way your life is going stabs your heart,
but all you can feel is that horrible calm.

Go back to sleep- you need the rest.
Your feet move on their own accord.
You don't feel like working right now.
Your hands move on their own accord.

You don't have to feel it,
Just keep going, keep living.
You don't need a break,
Just keep going, keep working.

You don't have to stop.
You don't have to sleep.
You don't have to eat.

Nothing else matters.
Just keep working.

[woes]

Bruises paint your knees
from constantly falling.
Your nose bleeds endlessly,
stress always growing.

Things always feel wrong
no matter how hard you try.
You take deep breaths, but-
you're sick and you don't know why.

You were born crying,
tears bubbling like a stream.
You can never stop shaking,
you're breaking at the seam.

But you know how to fix this.
You owe it to them to give it a try.
You'll fix these monsters because you can't be fixed,
and then maybe your tears will finally dry.