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[orangeoctapus03]

The snowflakes fall faster as I watch

They are furious, in their delicate way

I wonder if they’re like you and me

I wonder if we’re like them

In any way other than

We melt words on the tip of our tongues

While frost bitten fingers

Yearn for the warmth of a fire

Cold breath against an icy pane

longing

longing

forgotten

[orangeoctapus03]

‘ME’

If I could take off my head and my torso and my legs

and left them all

maybe it will hurt less 

If I could take out my heart and my brain and my lungs 

maybe they will all find a home somewhere else 

And leave

Destroying the idea of ‘me’ as they go

-orange octopus- 

[orangeoctapus03]

Future?

My dear,

You walk backwards into the future 

Not seeing ahead 

But worried for it 

Hopeful for it 

Each decision 

Each step 

You make or don’t make 

Leading you ultimately to your death 

And when you look ahead at your memories how will you find them?

Are they hidden under sorrowful shameful blankets

Do they blend in to each other, each day like each week like each year.

And when you ultimately sleep and never wake 

Was your future as hopeful as you thought or was each day like each week like each year?

-orange octopus-

[orangeoctapus03]

That Wind

That wind

Whispered of the places it had been 

Of the things it had seen 

That wind 

Carried secrets 

Carried stories 

To my ears 

That wind 

Brought tears 

That it had wiped 

From all those who had cried 

that wind fed me It all 

And blew on

Taking my tears 

My secrets

My stories 

To the next person who will feel 

That wind 

-orange octopus-

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[orangeoctapus03]

A SMILE ALL THE SAME

The laughter hides in hair

Grins broken on stupid jokes

Nudges and high-fives

And bright, bright smiles

Laughter hidden between the dust

It’s been laying there for a while

Cheeks hurt from the similes

Short of breath from giggling too much

And the corners of eyes damp from laughter

But tears all the same

Laughter hidden in memories

in the crinkles around the eyes

Things forgotten

things one could never forget

Sad smiles

But smiles all the same

- orange octopus

[helloitsme-thedreamer]

The moment in little women, when Jo says „Women have minds and they have souls as well as just hearts. They’ve got ambition and they’ve got talent as well as just beauty. I am so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for. I’m so sick of it!“ and then pauses and adds „but I’m so - I’m so lonely.“ And I think I have never felt anything more than that in my life.

[orangeoctapus03]

Painfully, Beautifully, true

[orangeoctapus03]

LOST

I wish to live between my words

My words witch create worlds

Lost in Forests if paper, Lined

Lost on seas of ink, unkind

-orange octopus

[orangeoctapus03]

MOUNTAINS, GIANTS & HUMANS

majestic standing tall with there shoulders back

Protecting and threatening

Mountains stand overlooking

The fleeting lives the humans lead

Generation after generation

One Civilisation after another

Growing and crumbling

And growing once more

Graciously standing tall

With here shoulders back

Prepared for there fate

Not welcoming it

Not cowering from it

-orange octopus

[orangeoctapus03]

FLOWERS IN A CIRCLE

Growing in the forest floor is a ring of plants

Flowers in a Circle, so be carful where you dance

For you know what they say

About that ring in the floor

If you step into it your days will be no more

You’ll summon a fae and they’ll make a deal

Don’t be a fool

They are Cunning

They don’t lie but that dose not make them honest

if you sea a fae don’t speak your name

only run

And keep running

Don’t be a fool and make a deal

In blood it will be sealed

The fae will trick you in the end

They conceal what they intend

And it’s highly probable you’ll end up dead

Trust me when I say there not just story’s

They had to come from somewhere

So if you see a ring of plants growing on the forest floor

Run, and keep running

I implore

~orange octopus

[orangeoctapus03]

RED RIBBON

The red ribbon was kept in a frame

Slightly discolouring from the salt water it was found in

Or maybe form the tears

No one knows the story of the ribbon

I think that’s kinda sad

It is red

Was vibrant

Now, just red

Frayed at the edges

Discolouring

Maybe it was well worn, loved

Maybe it was over used, stretched too far

The red ribbon was in a frame

In a museum

And I was looking at it

But before that

It was found in the ocean, floating

And before that

Well, that is lost in time

Maybe it was not a lost ribbon

Maybe it was right where it belonged

But others decided otherwise

Taking it with them

Giving it a ‘home’

Putting it in a frame

For all to see

I looked for the red ribbon

That cold have been

I looked at the red ribbon

That was

~orange octopus

[orangeoctapus03]

GLASS BOX

There is a child

She is standing in a glass box

There is a door

But the handle is too high

There is a wooden chair in the Middle of the box

The child walks around it

Inspecting

Then she sits

she starts to fidget

She wants to get out

But the handle is too high

So she looks out beyond the box

She sees more boxes

With children like her in them

She sees some children moving the chair to reach

To get out

Some children break the glass

And once they get out

Something about them looks different

But what?

The girl in the glass box dose not move the chair

She tries to get the attention of the other children

To get help

But no one sees her

She plays with herself

Sings to herself

Draws on the glass

Tells herself stories

Of when she will get out

But she is frightened

Frightened by the other children

Where to go once she’s out

Frightened That she can see no more children in glass boxes

They all got out

Except her

There is a child

She is standing in a glass box

There is a door

But the handle is too high

There is a wooden chair in the Middle of the box...

~ orange octopus

[my-aesthetic-vibes]

The best comic of the year 2020

[orangeoctapus03]

To be continued.....

[orangeoctapus03]

As A Poem

As a poem my job is to capture the incoherent thoughts and feelings of the heart

But I’m not sure what to hold when the heart is so empty

When the brain is just static

When the ink is dry

Or the curser only blinks

On

Of

On

No words...

Just the blank empty page

Of a blank empty heart

[orangeoctapus03]

Let me

Let me fall apart in your arms

let me melt into a puddle and blush

Tuck me in and kiss my forehead whispers promise and leave

But not without a trace

Let me hold you

Let me feel safe

And loved

Much unlike these cold sheets

- orange octopus

[orangeoctapus03]

I wanna

I wanna cry but i can’t

I wanna feel but i’m Numb

I want to be but I also just want to melt into oblivion

I will be the back ground character that is just there

If I leave no one will notice

no one will care

And it will hurt but

I don’t want anyone to know I ever WAS

~ orange octopus

[orangeoctapus03]

I write

The screen flashes

to stop writing there is no more room

My brain sighs

it’s all been said before it all tastes

like cardboard

No one’s wishes to read it

But dear

You don’t write for it to be read

You write to get it out

Out of your head

For the ink to spill from your mouth as your heart pumps it at alarming speeds

You write

Because if you don’t the words will crawl across your skin

Consumming your thoughts

So you write

About the same heavy thoughts

About the things you could never say

So instead

You write

And you know you won’t like the words nor the feelings they carry

But you write

To fee yourself

From yourself

~ orange octopus