NaiadI am of the tall kelp and hard cliffs madeNaiad by DenVitaNarren
I do not bow, I do not break
I am coldness, I am hunger
No one is older, no one is younger
My soul is pure yet deep as the lake
Into which Bedivere returned the magic blade.
If you find me hiding in the reed
Do not be frightened by my blue-grey face
Men who come wish to cover me in dresses
But I’m fine, my dignity saved by my black tresses
Women may leave an offering of delicate lace
Or gold coins, as if my hunger is one of greed.
But don’t come too close to the water brink
I am the guardian of all those who sleep
Eternally in seas dark and rivers wild
I embrace every spurned lover and unwanted child
And drag them down, for my sisters to keep
Close to their hearts, their blood to drink.
Prelude.Let your fingers slide across my skin as if I were a flesh-bound piano.Prelude. by rociobelindamendez
Play the notes you know will sound sublime hushed against your ear.
Let your lips drag themselves tenderly across my neck.
––As your teeth imprint themselves across my waist.
Hold me as though this moment is the only one you comprehend.
Stare past my eyes, into the raging depths that surge through this vastness.
Let our bodies serenade one another in pristine awareness.
Our quickening breath composes our prelude
––For the night is still young.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
is this what nostalgia taste like?i'm reminded of things i'd rather forget,is this what nostalgia taste like? by Whyles
i have memories of words that were never said.
each time i look in a mirror
i see you over my shoulder, studying the lines forming on my face.
i'm growing old, older than i should be;
middle-aged, but drowning in high school.
i think i used to know where i'm going,
but now my best guess is the grave;
i think i died when i met you,
but that's okay with me, i was dying anyway.
Musing On Illusion and RealityWhat is reality if not a set of agreed upon illusions?jojo22
Our illusion of greater control over a planet that we are not separate from but part of.
Our illusion of physical solidity that only holds relevance in terms of what we compare ourselves to.
Our illusion of having greater feeling, consciousness and complexity than other life forms that we cannot be, therefore cannot fully comprehend.
Our endless array of theories and categorizations that we use to box ourselves and others with, willfully pushing into those boxes even when there is no fit, as if fit exists within the many concepts we try to manifest into solidity.
Our illusion that agreed upon realities have somehow been static over time, rather than morphing with prevailing cultural winds.
Our illusions about what is possible. Our assumption that everything already known is all there is to know, and the myopic decisions we make as a result of that. The impossible and magical simply morphs into the scientific with a grea
A Look at BPDBorderline Personality DisorderNeko-Priestess
Borderline personality disorder also known as BPD, a mental and behavioral illness characterized by instability in moods, relationships, behavior, and even self-image. Once thought to be at the "borderline" of psychosis, people with BPD suffer from a disorder of emotion regulation. Though not as well known as bipolar disorder (also known as Manic Depression), BPD is more common. It affects 2% of adults, mostly young women and accounts for up to 20% of mental hospitalizations.
There are some who consider BPD an extreme version of what already is extreme, Bipolar Disorder, they are not. While a person who has a bipolar disorder typically has mood swings from day to day or even week by week just like depression, BPD differs in a way that patients may experience intense bouts of anger, depression, and even anxiety that may occur with a couple minutes, last only hours, or at most a day. Bpd is sometimes associated with episodes of impulsive
Dervish LightSpark spinning wildly igniting all thats found,limarieinred
Frenzied inspiration whirling round and round,
Eyes look bewildered at the unbridled sights,
Avoiding the elation of soaring heights.
Paralyzing fear keeps viewers on the ground,
As embers flutter downward towards those earthbound,
From lofty vantage the world appears aglow,
Freed from the worries that tether those below.
While flesh rejoins the earthly encumbered throng,
Spirits will fly above rules of right and wrong,
Light from above illuminates souls around,
Sparks spinning wildly igniting all thats found.