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They Change Us

From man To monsters

Frome monster To men

Such Mercurial Is Our Nature

Lifeline (a poem)

Lifeline

My dog doesn’t realize how his leash is a lifeline a grip on his reality keeping him from the cold regardless impact of cars or the enticing aroma of freedom that would lead him so far from home he might never make it back no matter how strong the pull of his hunger or the ache for his toys and bed or even the sound of his name being called out over and over through all the empty streets within my ever-broken heart.

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Within the dark forest

A humid element and dense fog

Coating the perceived dark soil of my self

An uncured and unwilted earth

Too dense for a breath

In this hardened lump of clay

Uncultivatable since forever

A seed has been sown

The seed is of a need

Of a friendship and a love

Of germination

It belongs to a field

The soil is still set and hard

Tormented by torrents of rain and storm

Of high winds and meteoric stones

Infested with the dark worms of doubts

And the spread of pain's fungi

Rotten roots and corpses of rodents

A stunted sapling or death

Is meant

But

The tilling of the soil, the seed brings

A shelter from degradation

Slashing of the grey canopy

The soil softens

Under a new brighter light

A warmer shine

Creatures breath

The rot expunged

The seed warms up

Hope for an orange fruit

Manifestation

When I was little, I would always draw the same kind of characters My mother once remarked how odd it was that, in the end, I grew up to look exactly like one of them A tall girl with long tangled hair And legs reaching down almost to the bottom of the page I wonder if that’s what people call manifestation Did I stretch my own bones with the stroke of an overzealous pen? Did I really have such power placed in my innocent hands?

If so, what am I to think of the darkness I dreamt since childhood? Of how lovely and comforting  the obscure was to me The inferred but unuttered The women that I would draw always looked to the side Beyond the borders of my colouring book With an odd knowing glimmer in their eyes A somber, secretive look Over the years my bones shifted to give me that same face An unreadable cypher I grew to be sullen, to silence more than I say Did I have a hand in it? Did I define my own features, Craft them in one fell swoop of a felt tip?

What made me who I am? Destiny or design? I never intended to play God But it seems I held my own self in my palms Like a block of clay Some kind of unconscious arts and crafts project. I must have modelled myself after all that I admired Rebellious and bohemian Enamoured to madness Distanced and calculating Less bridal than monstrous

I blackened my own heart with a permanent marker I told myself a story enough times That it stepped from the page to meet its maker It’s not that I wasn’t warned I am tall and brooding because I never listened to what I was told Careful what you wish for It might just come true The human psyche, a distorting mirror, a game of mimicry Monkey see, monkey do

I was a child with second sight Sketching her own future So I guess it is manifestation The mighty spell of magic thinking Almost as potent as a third eye Mother was right. I am fiction become flesh My life, a successful imitation of art

Inspired by @jmsapphire‘s prompt “Mold my clay heart” for @poetryclub13

A Pretense

“The normalcy of life burning a hole in my curious soul

Where it should have been nurtured, my creativity

Is rotting in the stillness of mundane

Is it educated out of me?

Steered away from interests because they say

“You would never get a job doing that!”

Or has my imagination drowned?

Imagination, a gift as potent as birth

Where it should have sailed into my adulthood

Has been stumped prematurely

Has life become a soothe stream, with occasional waves?

Where it should be a whirlpool of experiences

Claps of thunder breaking the monotony

Mute now defines it

Am I living? Is there liveliness?

Its presence I have never felt

But its absence is apparent

Have we all donned masks?

And dissolved in the masses

Lost our individuality

Is this all a pretense?”

This is one of my earlier works.