Feature Time 2

I think we've seen enough depression from me...let's pretend like I'm okay

some more talent:

Hfeather53
feathered petalslove, i'm numb again;
i can't feel your feathers nesting
in my wilderness. winter's frozen me;
the warmth you seek slumbers 'til spring.
bring along your olive branch;
my promises are all diseased. each bough
awaits a kiss beneath my burdened limbs.
i can hear your sagging song
dragging out
from your anxious throat.
"how long,
how long," you squeak
as your careful claws search for answers and you perch
on my calloused skin. peck your earnest swansong
into your wrists; sing your last
to the frostbitten styx and rest below the comfort
of unspotted snow.
when spring's tendrils wrap around me
and its sex feathers my skin
i will see you;
i will know your thorny touch
along my weathered-spine
when i am thawed and born anew. kaleidoscopic fearsThis is the way you're supposed to be -
breathless,
anxious,
a sandpaper throat
adorned with fingernails (you could never
choke down the truth
but, my dear,
you sure could choke).
This is the way we all fall
when we can't
seem to
move.
Our feet are stuck to yesteryear's
yesterfears
and the dour hours
continue to chisel
our lithesome frames.
This is the way we all get lost
even though
we were always
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nosedivve
Shut in Tightcongested airways cut off
(filtered thoughts can't catch me
I'm fading into my ribcage
since my chest is beating on
disordered blinks look like dialect
I won't breathe in because I'm  close to stifled
and my spinal cords want to tangle with my brain)
access to breathe. Parchedhalf-shuttered eyes
stutter, waiting
to just -  
found sleep past-noon.
(my bed is smoking -
dry summer.
I soak in this fire;
matches stroke
my body. too tired.
wasting saliva
and dripping
off my skin -
cough on breaths
as I lay back; choking.
fireman calls out
no remorse.)
sirens get hotter soon;
left in the hallway,
waiting to just --

Souzay


Sammur-amat
Onomastics                                                       She
                                          is the embodiment of
                                                   ascending
                                                   attractive
                                                     allure
                Similar to
             flawless ripples
         surfacing, resounding
                 in a calm
              body of blue
                                                  existence
                                               meant, made
                                                 for stirring
                                            something special
                                             in me and in you
                                                                                    She
                                                                          is a mountain peak
                                                              Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
Lovelily,
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
fresh,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you watch me as I molt my flaws away under the wondrous,
winter sun.
I shall soar,
from my axel I shall spiral sublimely on the outskirts of onlookers' smiles-
as well as my own,
& I shall skimpily,
silkily,
glide through the snowflake strata unto the star-studded shangri-la.
I find my freedom in a winter only world.
Let me lease into my

RiseandBe
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sorry I'm not the flashiest, most beautiful featuring deviant out there but these pieces ought to shine for themselves, right? (excuses, excuses)

hope you enjoy the selection.

--Gravity