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For @writeblrcafes Cinnamon Prompt.
for @writeblrcafe’s “cinnamon” prompt.
a candlelit corridor
with endless doors
on and on
and on it goes
keep walking, keep moving,
to an end I can’t see
just keep moving, keep moving
until I’m free
don’t think, don’t speak
just keep walking, keep walking
don’t breathe - don’t leave
block out the whispers, the talking
don’t touch the doors
don’t touch the locks
because if I opened those doors
what would come out?
a candlelit corridor
with endless doors
on and on
and on it goes
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wintertime comes with white snow and blue ice
with lights so merry and fires burning bright
with holly and pine and mistletoe
and children laughing in joyful delight
crisp is the wind and warm is the hearth
open to the weary travelers who roam
on this winter day, let none be alone
welcome home—welcome home
my secret santa gift to the lovely @azriel-alexander-holmes! May you have a wonderful holiday <3
--based on the turmeric prompt for @writeblrcafe
Who let these wings unfold, bits of beige and gray, only bound to fly in the darkest of places deluding myself that light will come for me?
Why couldn't I be one of them-- those who take in all the colors of the rainbow with a flap of wings, those who glimmer without the need to shout out their existence from a charred throat?
The pupa disintegrates on the branch; my moth metamorphosis shaking off the last remains of a putrid shell, sinking into the frost-tinged earth.
Nothing stops the winter from coming-- except if I fly towards the sun. A star which fades faster than I desired, falling down towards oblivion with its bloodied streaks and scarlet shadows.
So, unfurl these beige wings, if the world demands it.
I will still fly towards the flames, even if they consume me. --Elda Mengisto
For @writeblrcafe’s “star anise” prompt.
Golden leaves on trees
autumn’s cold breeze rushes through-
a single leaf falls.
just like the sea
just like the sea, I drown in your eyes
your eyes of blue, green, and gold
your fluid grace as you come near then pull back
and all of your secrets untold
my blood is burning, rivers of poison,
my heart a great tree you so swiftly felled
down I fell, cradled in your arms
yet so gently I was held
just like the sea, your temper was slow
yet I was caught in your storm
tossed aside and half-drowned
until I crawled back home
just like the sea, crashing against stone
the stone of the walls of my mind
cracking, crumbling, tumbling down
as our fingers intertwined
yet just like the sea, I couldn’t see
the true depth of your heart
beyond the surface of those waters
so deep I sank as I fell apart
so just like the sea, I chased the horizon
chasing after your heart
yet as sun set and darkness came
no stars guided me out
just like the sea, you are wild
uncontrollable by people like me
and perhaps that’s why I fell so hard
for those eyes just like the sea