Mirakee
I look out the window,
Of a fancy building,
Surrounded by poverty.
My gaze sees movement.
A departing train.
I jump, rushing towards it.
Clawing my way onto it.
Finally, an escape.
But it isn't real.
Just my imagination.
I'm still looking out the window.
Please.
©samtheowl
samtheowl
They/them, queer, I love life and I won't let the powers that be take that away from me.
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She.
Her.
Ma'am.
Miss.
I seek its end,
I am denied.
I seek what's owed,
I am denied.
Do you see me,
With your clouded eyes?
Do you hear me,
With your closed, clogged ears?
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The Goose
Spirit of the Goose
Your presence is felt,
When the land is moist.
Your hearty bark,
Is music for my soul.
A great protector,
With a mighty hiss,
Strangers fear you,
But they do not understand you.
Your love,
For your family,
For yourself,
Knows no bounds.
Great Canadian Goose,
I thank you.
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-Foundation of Life-
With yearning arms,
I reach out to the foundation of Life.
With a gratuitous heart,
I intentionally lay down my stones.
With one foot planted on Earth,
With one foot planted in the Otherworld,
I straddle the balance and become,
The shaper shaping the shapes.
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Whiskered creature
Today I pray to the feline,
Both tame and wild.
A beast,
And companion,
Revered through all of time.
Today I thank you,
Adore you,
And cherish you.
Both in fierceness,
And in comfort.
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Wolves
A howl to the star filled sky,
A triumphant cry.
Dashing through the trees,
Amidst the midnight breeze.
Known as a savage,
Yet you hold so much knowledge
I admire you from a distance,
Thankful for your existence.
Mighty wolf.
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The Hunt
The wind courses through my fur,
My paws drums upon the Earth.
Deeply kissing Their flesh.
Scents arise on the wind.
I can hear my kin nearby.
A good hunt will be had.
The sweet smell of sweat,
The faint sounds of a thumping heart,
Oh, my canines ache,
For the ephemeral feel of its throat.
The warmth of its life force.
Ecstacy awaits, my darling.
Let us revel in it.
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I am me.
I am queer.
Vibrant like the rainbow.
I am anxious.
Strong like the gusty wind.
I am depressed.
The calm before the storm.
And I am loved.
The reflection of the full moon in the water.
I will always be loved.
The sun kissing the horizon good night.
Many thanks to the forces of nature.
You have taught many things.
The shapers shaping the shapes.
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Slick skin,
In the din,
Of our midnight toils.
Voices arise,
We're in disguise,
She sighs...
I hover,
Awaiting her recover,
She is my adventure.
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Many Skilled Warrior
Many skilled being,
Bringer of storms,
And protector of all.
Lugh Lamfhada
I call out to you this night,
Though the storm has calmed,
And mine enemies wield no power,
I call out to you.
Not in petition,
But in gratitude.
Lay down your spear,
Look up at the clear skies,
And bask in victory with me this night.
©samtheowl
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rubixcube6997
14w
The woods echo
my muffled screams
as my dreams howl
in shattered despair.
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madmuireann
16w
Anxiety In 30 Seconds or Less
All of these feelings.
Constant repeating.
The static is bleeding.
'Til the buzz brushes ceiling.
This is my addiction.
This is me, I'm retreating.
This is drowning in fiction.
This is silently pleading.
Until my brain falls out,
Until I can't go on,
I know you wonder why I'm worried about everything.
Until there's no more thoughts.
Until I crash and burn.
I know I haven't done anything today.
No not today.
I hope you stay.
I hope you stay.
I just feel overwhelmed.
-Muireann Nic an Gheatóra -
Phases
You say that to you, I am the sun.
Warm and ever-lit, the earth bathed in my splendor.
I disagree my love, though you guess closely.
I tell you truly that I am the moon.
I am the moon, the sun’s pale imitation.
My light is far less warm, but beautiful in its fickleness.
I am not a golden treasure, I am a silvern reflection.
I may be worth little, but I can show you much.
I can show you yourself, if you hold me closely.
And I can reveal mysteries, if you watch me as I travel.
I may seem fleeting, as I come and go.
Beautiful and piercing, then dark and occult.
My gravity will draw you in, if you let me.
And I’ll cherish your tide’s rise and fall, and paint you silver.
I am never gone, if you search me out.
You will always find me, if you wish to see me.
To me, you are the earth. Ever changing.
Lush and ornate. Scarred, yet thriving.
I am the moon, ever shifting.
Dark or radiant. Damaged, but beautiful.
We are the shapers, shaping each other.
Dancing through the dark as we flit through forms and phases.
Our connection is the sun.
Pulling and pushing us through our steps.
I am far less pretty without it.
I don’t want that light to disappear.
-Muireann Nic an Gheatóra
