Blow me where you wish to blow me,
Fettering furling wind.
Keep me where you wish to keep me,
Twisting without end.

I am a daughter of the endless blue,
Flying high on wind tides.
To be far away from monotonous “yous”,
In my summer wind I confide.

Free me from these earthen tethers,
Soaring in the sky,
Let these arms be silk black feathers,
Keep me flying high.


Written by [SLYsilver42]

It's such a tiny thing
So fragile and so frail
A moment and you'd miss it
Almost as if it never existed
And yet here it lies in space and time
It's here and real and solid
And it's meaningless
So small it could be useless, so pointless and overlooked
I cradle it in my hands like precious life I must defend
When I look at it
My heart swells with laughter and my eyes are washed with tears and I'll smile while I cry
And I don't know why
I need it so much
It's meaningless
It really is
It's unnecessary and anyone could see right through it
Filter it out like the gallons of toxic advertising garbage that flood our senses every minute of every day
And we can't get away, it smothers us
Society is awash with it, you need that you need this
You want what they want and they want what you have and yet you're never satisfied
It all becomes one great big cooking pot of consumption
Overloading our motherboards and memories
And we need more and we need less and we want it all fixed
We want repaired
We want
And so much of it is glossed over, a glare which we look anywhere but there because it hurts
Crash, and reboot
And I throw it all out
I shake with all everything plugged into me
And it bores into my brain incessantly
Trying to program me to see what they want me to see
But I throw it all out
I cut all the cords but what I need to function
I break the pieces away to step out, unafraid, and open my eyes wide to see what's left
Like this little thing
This powerful thing
So meaningless to all the world but for all the world it is my world
And I try to catch my breath, hold my breath but I can't seem to feel the air I used to know so well
When it all falls away
Every chip off my shoulder, ever cell
Every picture, ad, and addition
When I rip it all away and the screaming stills
I see this thing
This little thing you give me
This tiny, meaningless, pointless little thing
And I just cry
And I never really know why

Written by [Artsy]

There's no excuse for this,
no good reason or rhyme
for the gem of doubt
crystalizing within my heart.
I planted it long ago
in the fertile soil of
a cardiac crevice
and buried it,
not knowing that you're
only supposed to store treasures there.
It grew despite the darkness,
feeding in quiet repose
on the subtle pains and fears,
expanding into insecurities,
billowing into storm clouds
of doubt and mistrust
while I wonder where
the root of it all began
and how deep the
fingers reach.
At last, a blossom sprouted,
jagged and sharp in
an onyx burst of
bottomless guile,
fracturing the light into fragments,
the botanical separatist
that acts no longer as a guest
but a resident.
Fragility,
one of the lies this
blackened flora whispers,
speaking poison to nourish
the tender soil that
instinctually attempts to
reject the weed that chokes
the meddlesome voice of reason,
desperately trying to
pluck at the serrated surface
of that crystal bloom.
So it grew, slow and steady
until a beam of light
split the clouds and
out from the parted sky
shot a bolt of lightning
that struck the toxic weed.
At once, it cracked,
shards falling into the soft ground below
but resilient nevertheless,
intact,
though a shrill screech rang
and the onyx gem
began to fog over,
accompanied by the sound
of a dying pulse.
Another bolt followed,
reducing the flower by half,
leaving the rest to shrivel
and die in quiet agony,
waiting for the final strike.

Written by [Roma]

a gentle caress
fingertips on my cheeks, spine
- the sun, unlike you, here

Written by [hannes]