I was born in a garden,
barefoot among the sprouts
and everything was green and
everything was living and
I was living.
I grew up in a garden,
right along side flowers
I so carefully cultivated
and tended to, and they
tended to me.
I was alone in my garden
with people passing by
outside the gate or
stepping in to pick
a flower to take.
I didn't mind sharing the garden
because each blossom was
so unique but I did wish
everyone would be more careful
where they stepped.
I wanted to share my garden
so I handed out the flowers
though some people still
it was cold but that wasn't
why i was shaking
there in my white dress
there in my bare feet
there in my ruined makeup
and on the cold bleachers
there in the night
my shoulders shook so hard
and something had an iron grip
around my chest so tight, i was sure
that i would never breathe again
and i realized that the
agonized wail that deafened me
was coming from my own mouth
there in my white dress
in my bare feet
in my ruined makeup
No One Prays for Lucifer by MutePoetess, literature
Literature
No One Prays for Lucifer
... but no one ever feels bad for the wolf, do they?
No one thinks anything of him other than he's
bad and he's evil and he's the villain so
he deserves it.
Which wolf?
Which
there was a moment there
a moment where i didn't hear the crowd
or see them walking past so close
a moment where everyone's voices faded
and there was only the sound of the carillon bells
there was a moment there
when all i could see was the sun in
the leaves of the tree branches that
splayed out above us, and the blue
of the peaceful sky
and all i could feel was the cool grass
under my back and the breeze playing
across my skin and your hand
your soft touch on my cheek
a moment
where everything else melted away
where nei
You've Always Been Brave by MutePoetess, literature
Literature
You've Always Been Brave
You were there from the start
and you saw the ups and downs,
saw the speed increase and
maybe you could see that
the brake lines were cut.
That was where it happened.
The crash, there was fire
and the terrible sound of
everything being torn apart.
An explosion rocked that
part of the sky and you
couldn't have known what
would walk from the rubble,
but still you stood your
ground while the dust settled.
That was where you saw me
at my lowest, but you didn't
avert your eyes though I was
broken, bleeding, crying. You
didn't turn away even though
I was dying, lying there content
to let death take me because I
didn't think
at first the view's exciting
there's static in the air
and clouds are gathering
the horizon is thick with
thunderheads and lightning
arcs in the distance
the wind picks up
this is what you wanted
no more feeling stagnant
or stuck and no more not
knowing what to say and
it's starting to rain
softly, lightly at first
and those first few drops
on your face feel like coming
to life and the breeze that
caresses your cheeks catches
up your breath and you know
that this is the perfect storm
the one you've been waiting for
the clouds roll closer and
the sky gets darker and you
can feel the energy of each
forked bolt of lightni
Once upon a time, when I was younger,
they wanted me to be a princess, so
they dressed me up in pink and purple
and did up my hair in long, brown curls
and taught me my manners but I didn't
understand why princesses weren't
supposed to want to run barefoot through
the woods and play with race cars but
it was all a game anyway so I did what
I was told because I was already a
good actress.
But on into middle school, I was
trying to please with good grades
and good merits, and a winning smile,
and the right type of conversation,
but I wasn't so good at the "friends"
thing and I didn't make them happy
because princesses aren't
There's something about you
that gives me butterflies,
and it's silly because we've been
friends for so long but
there's love on your lips and
your voice is a song
and your eyes leave me
breathless and just your touch
reminds me of who I am and
pulls me through every storm
and I just want to hold your hand
and feel your warmth.
Maybe it's in your smile and the
way you can't help but close your
eyes when you're that happy and
when I know it's just for me,
you wrap me up in your laughter
and you're all I see,
or maybe it's the way your arms
wrap around me and we just seem
to fit together that gets me so shy
but there's som
when I'm with you I just want
to photograph your smile
a hundred times with an old
Polaroid Camera
so that when you have to go
I can spread out all the photos
and watch them develop
and smile back
and that would be enough
but when I hear you laugh
I just want to pour all of it
into old, sturdy canning jars
those kind that never break
so that when you have to go
and I'm sitting in the quiet
I can twist the lids of a couple
only halfway open and listen
and laugh too
and that would be enough
but when I'm in your arms
I just want to tangle up all
your hugs in butterfly