Poetry/Non-Rp Fiction

[Seppuku]

Longing
The sea is calm, though the wind pushes and pulls,
Weaving through the trees
“Wake up,” says the breeze.
“Wake up and be.”
The sea is a fickle creature, but so beautiful and full of mystery
If only she could believe
The earth rumbles, “Wake up, we need you.”
They say in union, “Please.”

[Alex Ayres]

She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if I hadn’t already set my roots in her
Winding
Like strawberry vines
Around her muscles
Making their way
To her heart

Only to find out
That this was barren land
And nothing planted here
grew anymore.


She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if she hadn’t already set her roots in me.
Winding
Like bindweed
Around my
Prefrontal cortex
Too fast
To contain

My sanity
Overgrown with her
As I try
To set her on fire.

[drew]

She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if I hadn’t already set my roots in her
Winding
Like strawberry vines
Around her muscles
Making their way
To her heart

Only to find out
That this was barren land
And nothing planted here
grew anymore.


She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if she hadn’t already set her roots in me.
Winding
Like bindweed
Around my
Prefrontal cortex
Too fast
To contain

My sanity
Overgrown with her
As I try
To set her on fire.

I still love this and am still eyeing that change there.

[Alex Ayres]

She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if I hadn’t already set my roots in her
Winding
Like strawberry vines
Around her muscles
Making their way
To her heart

Only to find out
That this was barren land
And nothing planted here
grew anymore.


She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if she hadn’t already set her roots in me.
Winding
Like bindweed
Around my
Prefrontal cortex
Too fast
To contain

My sanity
Overgrown with her
As I try
To set her on fire.

I still love this and am still eyeing that change there.