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It started off with something small,
Something you hardly knew at all
It grew inside you and me,
Born of innate curiosity
A small fascination it used to be
A book, A film, Something on TV,
But it created problems when it manifested,
A hesitation that never rested
And when there was nowhere else to go
A morbid
…....fascination
…...we began to display
Fangs, scales, fur and wings
And the more innate, dark, or wacky
We unravel at the strange world before us,
Conflicted.
With a million things to be
Over what was right.
Like the moon binded to her merciless monthly contract,
We let it take over us and we become something else
Exploring ourselves is a double edged sword.
We might become the monster we seek to destroy.
It festers in every pump of your heart
And thought in your mind
It becomes more of a darkness than the light you used to see,
And it's getting darker with time...
But there is no night without day, or day without night
When you think you feel wrong
Someone will help you to feel right
And thus you slowly shed your shell,
dead skin fall from your hollow and allows you to be free
Soon unburdened by the past tense
And things start to make sense
You'll create the things you want to see
We unravel at the world twice,
But this time the feeling begins to feel nice
Every new niche needs to be sown
Every new like needs to be grown
Even if it takes time to bloom.
Every new story must be told!
All art becomes new, new or old!....
And when you remember you used to feel pain,
We'll just transform ourselves again.
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It started off with something small,
Something you hardly knew at all
It grew inside you and me,
Born of innate curiosity
A small fascination it used to be
A book, A film, Something on TV,
But it created problems when it manifested,
A hesitation that never rested
And when there was nowhere else to go
A morbid
…....fascination
…...we began to display
Fangs, scales, fur and wings
And the more innate, dark, or wacky
We unravel at the strange world before us,
Conflicted.
With a million things to be
Over what was right.
Like the moon binded to her merciless monthly contract,
We let it take over us and we become something else
Exploring ourselves is a double edged sword.
We might become the monster we seek to destroy.
It festers in every pump of your heart
And thought in your mind
It becomes more of a darkness than the light you used to see,
And it's getting darker with time...
But there is no night without day, or day without night
When you think you feel wrong
Someone will help you to feel right
And thus you slowly shed your shell,
dead skin fall from your hollow and allows you to be free
Soon unburdened by the past tense
And things start to make sense
You'll create the things you want to see
We unravel at the world twice,
But this time the feeling begins to feel nice
Every new niche needs to be sown
Every new like needs to be grown
Even if it takes time to bloom.
Every new story must be told!
All art becomes new, new or old!....
And when you remember you used to feel pain,
We'll just transform ourselves again.
TF Poem - A Pause For Thought
I had an hour before work, and decided to write something quick that came into my mind. Wouldn't call myself a poet by any stretch, but labelling it a poem. It can go in the story folder though cus I like it haha...
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 120 x 120px
Ehhh, not my finest hour but I enjoyed doing it! It was nice to write something that weren't reams but got my message across! Whatever message that was haha
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