New Here and Everywhere

[origamifantasy]

Ever know the truth within?

All are as simple seeds in the dimm dirt

Nature's pride revealed livin'

Flower or tree whatever be first

For what is thee and me i plea:

What are my seasonal leaves

Predetermined to brown and leave

Was today a fleeting leaf or a mark of my bark

My bark; truth in stark

Does my mirror reflection show

A delicate summer flower or a tree withstanding snow

Once the ground is hollow and desolate

Will whatever green of me be desperate

May it be that there'll be snapping of my twigs

Or will I be green and glutonous with sharp pricks

What green will sprout from me

In what form truth be

[origamifantasy]

Doth you know the price of want

coiled around small suspended sanity like a silver snake

apathy awaits below with its quiet taunt

The self dismembered and dismantlement from truth and fake

There down under dangling feet

You inevitably think

What will float and sink

What burdens your love

And what burdens your loved

When sunken into the opaque

This apathetic opaque; worlds does not shake

Rather the unresolved heart quakes

Decisions flake

A silver snake has no heart to quake

And no feet to dangle

Without shape and form to be internaly tangled

My loved without burdened

[origamifantasy]

I've come here to rock your world girl

So in the midnight dance, do a twirl my pearl

Show you what your eyes cannot see

These flashing - shuttering moments between us that flee

Into the hot wind where it rises

Glittering like untouchable prizes

I've woken up - broken out of my scales and desolate skin

For what I see now the is world still and in a spin

For with my closed eyes do I see more -

You infront of me and the nervous water on shore

The nervous and unexperienced water

Unfamiliar but wanting to be everywhere

Not rushing down as a waterfall nor as still as a puddle

But gently pushed by the hot wind without trouble

The same hot wind that refills life's trove with unseen charms

The only item in my cart be the cherry-love flavoured lip balm

So that the next time

We look out onto the lover birds on the nervous water and your hand lies in my palm

Ill kiss you with the easiest sense of calm.

[origamifantasy]

Tomorrow's youth

Yesterday, in the darkness of my dingy room where despair is thick

There mistaken solitude drags one heart deeper than the floor

-As if a decree of desolation was the truth

-Soul destruction and stomach deprivation

The dust on my lips was dangling

Today, no longer dark is my delightful room and the wicked smell dwindled

Cradling candles of human oil have relieved my turmoil

- Tomorrow comes and yet so does youth

- How spoiled I'll feel when our hands coil

The lust on my lips is dangling

[origamifantasy]

I opened my chest, not to see blood and bones, but a pot of clay and a plant of green

It had taken over in a day, repurposed my spleen

My skin turned a gentle green, my hair into vine with leafs five fingers wide

Where my heart once laid is now an afraid bulb of colour and inherent valor

I stood still in that moment, for I had never realised how pleasant the radiant sun was, it painted my leaves with a golden hue

Nor how joyful be the hidden bird's songs after the moons dew

Nor how wonderfully sweet the plucked strawberry - life's pleasantries were not few!

Then your waves of heat pulled me to my knees and tore my vines apart. Your stance just around the corner emanating an insufferable heat which plundered me of my pleasantries and suffocated my synthesis, for you must be the very antihesis of me my being. You must be. For how could anyone else in this blissful world strip me down to the point where I am neither blood nor green and boil me alive within an instant - beyond a raisin or sun dried coffee beans- completely wither and deprive me of my steam. The valorous flower turned into an autumn brown and then into a carbon-volcanic-black before I could even attempt to hold my mouth and protect my life.

My final vision with my jade eyes were of my fibrous finger curling on in itself as its steam joined the sudden mist.

@wrentalks and @picklemafia

[picklemafia]

Absolutely fantastic poem! Such a beautiful look at the prompt! Thank you so much for participating! @origamifantasy

[origamifantasy]

I don't know how to directly reply, but I do think this works, maybe? Hopefully. In any case, thank you for your kindness and wonderful-fantastic-bombastic prompt!

[origamifantasy]

I opened my chest, not to see blood and bones, but a pot of clay and a plant of green

It had taken over in a day, repurposed my spleen

My skin turned a gentle green, my hair into vine with leafs five fingers wide

Where my heart once laid is now an afraid bulb of colour and inherent valor

I stood still in that moment, for I had never realised how pleasant the radiant sun was, it painted my leaves with a golden hue

Nor how joyful be the hidden bird's songs after the moons dew

Nor how wonderfully sweet the plucked strawberry - life's pleasantries were not few!

Then your waves of heat pulled me to my knees and tore my vines apart. Your stance just around the corner emanating an insufferable heat which plundered me of my pleasantries and suffocated my synthesis, for you must be the very antihesis of me my being. You must be. For how could anyone else in this blissful world strip me down to the point where I am neither blood nor green and boil me alive within an instant - beyond a raisin or sun dried coffee beans- completely wither and deprive me of my steam. The valorous flower turned into an autumn brown and then into a carbon-volcanic-black before I could even attempt to hold my mouth and protect my life.

My final vision with my jade eyes were of my fibrous finger curling on in itself as its steam joined the sudden mist.

@wrentalks and @picklemafia

I should mention that this is a submission towards the prompt "heatwave" in the poets porch community, I believe it's called. Thank you for your attention!

[origamifantasy]

"A garden would be nice" murmured under my breath.

Hung like a worn-out wet towel on the balcony railings

"I'd tend to garden everyday, careful steps so not to fray

Fiddle the flowers, reach for the peaches, pick the pumpkins

My neighbours would be so jealous, what's your secret? Tell us!

They exclaim. I love my terrain, I would contently admit.

Lay in the bed - ass to grass - on a tray of its soft skin.

Hug the trees and watch the bees, oh what sound they emit!

Even with the meanest weather I'd stand there and brace the wind

And if a hurricane kicks up the colours, and flips my garden

Maybe a flood comes by and turns it into a lagoon by the time ten

Or a drought sucks it dry killing my lovely garden of zen

I'd still lay there - backdoor to floor

- everyday, for the rest of my stay"

[origamifantasy]

Like a Veil

I held my chin high in the air after my last exam

Grabbed the arms of my classmates

And with glee shouted "Do you have any plans?"

For we were free - no more due dates

Run. Read. Clean. Study. - Help.

My summer ambitions burning within me

"42 kilometers here I come!

On those rainy days pull a book and tea!

Can't bloom without a tidy room!"

My ambitions burning me

Like a veil it hides

What hurts my pride:

My classmates are alive

Being teenagers and water diving

Stupid idiots drinking and blacking out

Drunkenly kissing and seeing love sprout

Holding hands on the quiet city roads

Folding dinner date receipts

All the meanwhile:

I can't help feel deprived

Being over-mature and number dividing

Self-obsessed dork crashing out

Exhaustedly working, seeing my love stolen

Holding my own hand on the itchy bed

Drooling over the girl I lost

The veil hides the shame well but at what cost?

[origamifantasy]

I just want to hold hands

To be close a person who loves me

Whose enthusiastic

For me. I alone

Stand here, alone

Alone alone alone.

My outline darkens the background

So just unfreeze my heart

Hold me tight

Why can't you be happy for me?

Whys the world spinning so fast?

Don't leave me here.

Let me just breathe

Just let me be

Be not alone

Isn't there anyone who want to be near me, anyone dear to me?

Am I useless tool? A dull knife, a flat tire, a hard pillow

Why do you look at me like that?

Like I've wronged you, spat on your shoes

Not even that, why do you look at me as if I was an alien.

Distant and disregarding

Why do you look at me like that?

Like I'm just a problem, another issue that needs to be handled

Can't you see I'm your son wanting to be hugged

Why do you look at me like that?

Like I'm not your son wanting a "I love you" from my dad, who wants to learn from him. Understand why my mother chose him. I want to see the brain and courage that makes you.

I know all of you care for me, so why do you look at me like that? Like I ain't a wanting person wanting.

Maybe I'm responsible for this all.

Why do they kids passing by look at me in confusion, why do seniors face stay still looking at mine.

Why can't they return my smile, I can't sit here in denial

Why, why why why (why)

What is wrong with you all

Have you forgotten how to be kind, caring. Invested in the people you hold dear

So what do you fear

Don't be scared to let a tear

And say "I love you"

Why am I stuck to you

The person who doesn't seem to care whether I'm in the room or not.

Who I asked for their hand and simply slipped it away.

And had the audacity to say "keep it there"

This isn't fair

Why don't you choke on your feelings like I do

This obsession, the tension,

I just can't seem to learn my lesson

In any case, why the fuck do i care?

How many times can I repeat the same lines without going insane

There's so many people more fucked up

So fucked up that they should invent a new word for they're type of fucked up.

And yet I'm complaining, so fucking pathetic

Conclusion? I'm alone, an alien, pathetic and problematic

So help me please

Don't tease

I can't be

Alone.

[nightmarevelvet]

Strange Symptoms

Ear infection, fear of rejection.

Is it a fever, or your disaffection?

The only thing certain: I've never felt worse—

I'll grow on this sofa like green garden moss.

Then I'll spread to the bedroom and paint it all green:

The most miserable colour you've ever seen.

[origamifantasy]

What should stop me?

If I wish to taste every walk of life

Then is pain simply a trifle?

When you say no and nothing more

Even though I wish to listen to your lore

So please, I'm crying, don't slam your door

We stand as shadows casted by one soul

Ever uniquely similiar and I want to be familiar

Don't you hear my howls

Or is it lost in the woods

And yet I hear yours

Your calls and desires

I don't know what transpires

In neither your brain nor mine

When your howl echoes in the forest

What should I do, should I stop?

God I don't know

Please do tell now

For I dream of you;

I do.