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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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my relationship with my body changes with the seasons
summer brings obsession my days bleed into one another and my anxieties rise and crash like waves but they all close in around a single thought: “am i getting bad again?” i drink coffee until the afternoon sun burns like the white hot eyes of anyone who glances my way i feed my mother lies when she stops by the house on her lunch break i promise myself i’ll make something to eat after she’s gone i promise myself i won’t go for a run on an empty stomach but then i blink and it’s six pm and i can’t remember if i lied or not i just want to be as beautiful and powerful as the ocean
autumn brings comfort i thrive in skirts and boots and sweaters and i stop looking out of place in my comfort sweatshirts and hoodies i’m back at work so i’m walking again, walking more being on the move helps me feel better about myself until thanksgiving finds me like the ex i should’ve blocked but never did and suddenly i’m wishing i was anyone but me; which is to say i’m wishing i was someone with a normal relationship with food which is to say i wish to be as beautiful and bold as the changing leaves
winter brings apathy the world is as cold as the chill in my bones— too cold to go for long walks around the neighborhood too cold for anything but the pants that are too tight on me now— and i want to hide under piles of blankets i want the world to pass me by until i am ready to thaw into a person again instead of living as a walking greyscale existence instead of longing to be as beautiful and delicate as snow
spring brings hope the days grow longer, the sun brighter and i may not like my body any more than i did last season but at least now it’s warmer outside and i see dogs and flowers blooming on my walks and i can take off my sweatshirt like a snake shedding it’s skin my bare shoulders being kissed by the sun feels like a rebirth i still dream to be as beautiful and lovely as my favorite flowers but these days, sometimes i believe i can be
(cc, 2021)
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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A False Promise
dry eyes and hollow words
i utter through my sleepless night
my peace is startled by the drop of a leaf
a twig snapping sends shivers down my spine
as i drag my feet onwards dubiously
ever itching scar marks trailed by chipped nails
the tiredness of a century passing through me
future memories of separation anxiety
sends waves of electricity through my brain
as if the sails had been set to doomed rain and thunder
and the beasts lurked under us, ready to swallow us whole
the idolisation of a shipwreck
as a fly in God's stew
eternally drawn out, i wander in melancholy
of how many ways i can be cast about
all my rests haunted with the dreams of falling off the deck, and torn asunder
by the waves
by the waves that are calling to me
death is good friends with sleep
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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The Price to Pay
a butterfly with broken wings mirages and hidden scars, the mirror sings a vision, a nightmare, a lie made of all things had me smothered, on the verge of a real beginning
the truth stood dim and silent, as if unaware as if when touched, it would burn me with a flare so there i stood, in an eternal glare at myself, the disfigured figure that stood there right there, chained with fear and despair inside the mirror, a sight to step by, and beware
stuck in this back and forth, hope silently bled pride dropped the last of tears it was meant to shed losses became the gains, with the all the pain, the fire to be fed
a shimmering streak of light struck as hope died, slain as fear, when all is lost, lost it's glorious reign a piece of a soul lost, but it's demise not in vain as rebellion stood now where there was horror, and disdain
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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An Early Morning Haze
my heart was having a dream where it wakes up falling
my empty mind meets my lifeless stare in the sunrise of a cold winter morning
over opium tea i fell asleep while awake
to the rhythm of raindrops running down my cheeks
trickling down on me like morning dew on blades of grass, inconsistency, the key element in it's nature
and in mine as well
the sunrise was grand in the way that it was eerily mundane
burned holes in my vision
while somewhere a television was left forgotten, telling no one about everything
didn't matter what was or wasn't happening
until the trap snapped shut
the television, buried in silence, in accordance with it's fate
and i fell awake, and left no dream whatsoever in my wake
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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Rose
You're but a black rose
buried by luminescence,
sprouting from fragile roots
above the earth's surface;
A seasoned white rose.
Hurting the eyes of a dark sea god,
teasing his fear and worry,
like an incessant itch,
poised and present, you never flinch.
Such strength in your silence -
Daring. Ostentatious.
Disriputing deceptive soot and stones of dust,
undefeated by grovelling tempests.
You are beauty my love,
rebellious frailty, light caregiver...
Everything they couldn't be.
That is why the dark is blind, don't you see?
v.v
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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unkept
i’m not really sure who’s been here in my place
  the word unsaid   left an empty bed
but under black light, the semen the saliva
in the closet, tangled hangers on the floor
in a vase on the nightstand, the beauty of 6 dead flowers
  its been many years   and the dream   never changes
the room the promise, unkept
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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The Dream
a dream, i wish to be lost inside
when the suffocating fog of reality is lifted with your touch
your claim surrenders my anguish, my pain set aside
overcome by the sparks of magic all through my being
in your presence, my existence comes undone
the forever unsolved puzzle that is my heart comes apart
in your look i find my purpose staring back at me
my yearning, forever begging to start, has met it's maker
now never wants to stop, never wants to cease and desist
you make me grateful for all i had to resist through my tormenting years
for all the times i thought i was lost on the road i walk
all the battles i dragged myself out of was not for naught
such a temptation to believe in fate is unprecedented
for distrust was all i presented to life in your absence
but what greater evidence to divinity is there
than the way your soul completes and exalts mine
my entirety is set alight, bewildered, unbroken and undivided, when i step into my rightful place beside you
oh, what ode could do justice to you
the dream, i wish to be lost inside
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lyddpoetry · 3 years
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Steps of Becoming
step on the broken mirror
watch the rage wash over you in the reflection
the ashes of our creation scattered as time shattered within the moment's glory
drag me away, the sun is rising on our chaotic prospects' horizon
watch me carefully, the first step is observatory
as i stride through the symmetry found in reflected light, the storm of our consciousness' rages,
forward like it's meant to swallow the confusion of ages
step towards me , ever so slight,
what was lost and pulled together in the void may never fall apart
leave less and less room for the fright of what's known, this is what the sages did not divine
the predestination that was forever one step too far into the future
a tug of the heartstring that inclines is the second wave,
as my soul wanders through the images of divinity to mumble and rave
it's a ritual of survival, to aimlessly glimpse upon the words that were lost to us
the last step, the secrets of revival revealed as the pretenses melted away
was unity, in all of it's glory, waiting to be found
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