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She traveled four sunsets and three moon awakenings to find what she once had.
Her bones where the pathways she followed, veins the road maps she disregarded.
The tension that created a puddle in her brain made her mad.
Her companions left two sunrises ago, leaving her belittled by her own thoughts.
“Were they not supposed to protect me?” She pondered.
Her nose scrunched and fractured, her ankles tied in knots,
She fought to keep going, it would be dissatisfying for her to discontinue.
Gazing upon her white shadow was a fair and pale rabbit, munching on her satchel.
All of the power that had abandoned her body returned and grew.
The bunny had a scroll tied by rosemary upon its neck.
It was a blank page that depicted a cognitive map.
A map that resided in her mind, where she knew of every speck and every wreck.
As the rabbit hopped away, she realized that it was wounded.
She went to care for it as a protector would of an innocent soul.
As she went after the bunny, something appeared in the scroll, she thought of it ruined.
A black streak had stroke itself down a fragment of the page.
Confused, she pressed the palm of her hand on her forehead,
She felt as if her brain was entangled in secrets and trapped in a cage.
She was trying to conclude what she had seen, yet she was as lost as she was in the beginning.
The sun burned her skin; her eyes have crawled out of her skull.
She wanted to scream while her vocal chords peeled in the process, her mind was spinning.
She yearned for her protector to defend her soul from her mind.
The rabbit returned with a gust of wind that rustled the trees and her bones.
It rested in the company of her toes, and twisted in a wind.
She picked the white ball of fur up and cradled the creature in her arms.
The scroll began to shake along with the grass beneath her body.
Her cognitive map seared through the rusted page, revealing secret charms.
The meaning behind the thick line that was once unclear and baffling,
Now leaked its true sense of definition.
It was her new map, something worth battling.
An awaited plan of adventure away from her protector.
Her bones where the pathways she followed, veins the road maps she disregarded.
The tension that created a puddle in her brain made her mad.
Her companions left two sunrises ago, leaving her belittled by her own thoughts.
“Were they not supposed to protect me?” She pondered.
Her nose scrunched and fractured, her ankles tied in knots,
She fought to keep going, it would be dissatisfying for her to discontinue.
Gazing upon her white shadow was a fair and pale rabbit, munching on her satchel.
All of the power that had abandoned her body returned and grew.
The bunny had a scroll tied by rosemary upon its neck.
It was a blank page that depicted a cognitive map.
A map that resided in her mind, where she knew of every speck and every wreck.
As the rabbit hopped away, she realized that it was wounded.
She went to care for it as a protector would of an innocent soul.
As she went after the bunny, something appeared in the scroll, she thought of it ruined.
A black streak had stroke itself down a fragment of the page.
Confused, she pressed the palm of her hand on her forehead,
She felt as if her brain was entangled in secrets and trapped in a cage.
She was trying to conclude what she had seen, yet she was as lost as she was in the beginning.
The sun burned her skin; her eyes have crawled out of her skull.
She wanted to scream while her vocal chords peeled in the process, her mind was spinning.
She yearned for her protector to defend her soul from her mind.
The rabbit returned with a gust of wind that rustled the trees and her bones.
It rested in the company of her toes, and twisted in a wind.
She picked the white ball of fur up and cradled the creature in her arms.
The scroll began to shake along with the grass beneath her body.
Her cognitive map seared through the rusted page, revealing secret charms.
The meaning behind the thick line that was once unclear and baffling,
Now leaked its true sense of definition.
It was her new map, something worth battling.
An awaited plan of adventure away from her protector.
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Literature
transition
i.
i'm sitting in a doctor's office, and he wants to see my past and present
connected by a trail of bread crumbs - the story of my life
as a linear narrative.
but i can't reach back and pull forth an unbroken thread
that justifies my present -
i can't pick it all apart and reassemble it as it was.
yet he demands proof, and i'll give it to him.
i'll give it to him.
for the future, i'll do anything
(it's beyond simple longing, it's beyond hope - it's the only thing
that makes the next breath worth taking).
so i make my truth fit into his notebook,
i cut and paste the moments
until they fit together
and show a picture of my past
th
Literature
Ode of the Unrequited
the shape of you reveals
little truth
as your heart
remains the same exquisite seeping wound
i’ve come to know through
whispered words across
darkened rooms where the moon
couldn’t shed its light on the matter.
a song at midnight
replayed from that summer car excursion
not a sweet enough of a thought,
as the ideation of holding you
body painted and expressed
sketches splayed out
of dysphoric self-retrospection,
you’re a beautiful soul
in a pre selected vessel
shackled down
to a former identity
to which i long for
my beating drum chest
to perhaps be enough to
pursue you to anchor elsewhere,
outstretched, taut white flag
with
Literature
The Struggle
Deep inside, my heart is breaking
Day after day, nothing seems to change
A veil of blue, I must wear
I hide the girl inside, with endless despair
With each new day, all I wish
Is that I wasn't forced to hide
The young woman screaming, deep inside
There are days
When light breaks through
The cracks in the wall
I've built to protect her
From the world around
She begs me
Pleads, to be let out
But my worst fear
Is that people will see her light
And snuff it out
Like a tender flame
I've tried so hard to nurture her
But all my efforts feel in vain
Because so many cause her pain
She doesn't exist
You're a boy
You were born that way, and so you will
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The idea of adventure away from what the character is used to is present here. It's an interesting idea, lots of ambiguity makes putting it all together very rewarding.