poetry from the so(u)l
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body / free verse ( 31.05.23 )
i think
each day
that this body
(which was not made for me
with my curved fangs
and sharpened claws)
has begun to feel like home
i lie beneath the skin
beside the melancholy heartbeat
i’ve grown to find comforting
it does not fit me
for i am a monster
but this body
it is mine
and it is home
with all it’s softness
that hides my anger
and all it’s curves
that hide my edges
it is a body
it is mine
and it is beautiful
overgrown / free verse ( 01.06.23 )
i sink my claws
into peaty earth
i smell a forest
that no longer exists
i miss when magic
would stir my soul
and when i look at the sky
through this dim dark world
i can't see the stars
i hate this city
i miss the wild
with every inch of my carefree heart
and that all of it
was overgrown
futile / free verse ( 01.06.23 )
my muscles are weary
my bones ache
there's rot inside my lungs
a planet full of futile
tugs at my soul with its claws
i am tired
so lay me down
on a bed made of thorn
of names / free verse ( 31.05.23 )
i think often of my name
meaning "to conquer"
like i am some proud king
some general of war
i feel too soft for that
my hands too delicate
my surname has meaning too
"peace", if not "sun"
but don't those contradict?
how can these names be mine
when this is what they mean?
i am not a war general
i am not peace
iam not even the sun
i am me
vyncent sol
maybe that can be enough