Source:pirism
A walk to the edge.
A dip in the ocean.
A dive into the unknown.
It will soon cover me
With its soothing wetness.
Am I ready?
Showing posts with label cocoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cocoon. Show all posts
Thursday, June 6, 2019
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
I’M YOURS
I fall into your arms.
The air carries me
As I fall into your depths.
Pink cocoons me.
Wetness envelopes me.
Take me.
I’m yours.
Thursday, September 27, 2018
ESCAPE
// stairs // middle of 2014 // panasonic dmc-zs15 (by Georg Nickolaus)www.azurgrau.com
Lead me far away from the darkness.
Up these stairs, I will find my way.
I’m tired of living in this sadness.
Time to scope out a new day.
As I climb, the light taunts me.
It hits me square in the eye.
I squint as I try to see.
I must spread my wings and fly.
I’m thrust into a party at full throttle.
The sounds of laughter and music cocoon me.
I find life outside instead of a bottle.
I fly free and far away from the old me.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
BURY ME
Source:relatlonship
Take me to my own secret room,
Where I can escape from humanity.
Bury me in words and phrases,
Cocooned in my haven of pages.
Letters will be my company,
Sentences my best friends,
Books my destiny.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
FREE AT LAST
anthony-samaniego
lake bear big
FREE AT LAST
Slow is the course of your waves.
Colors of the deep lie by my feet.
Your soothing laps bring me peace.
I must swim out to see whom I meet.
Your cold envelopes my stiff body.
Soon I am immersed in your cocoon.
I dive down deep below the surface.
I won’t be returning all too soon.
Trying to outrun my demons,
I swim faster from the shore.
I leave behind my enemies.
I don’t need them anymore.
I’m free at last from my problems
As I stroke hard away from humanity.
No one is waiting for me back home.
I’m free to float away for eternity.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
TO THE LIGHT
te5seract
Prismatic by te5seract
Prismatic by te5seract
TO THE LIGHT
Bring me to the light
Where demons don’t dwell,
And colors appear to soothe my tired soul.
A rainbow of delights engulfs me.
Raindrops fall to wash my tears.
Music surrounds me in a heartbeat.
I am not alone.
Others have found this paradise.
A place to quiet the wandering beast.
Arms lift me.
Roses entomb me.
I am here at last.
I’ve made it to paradise.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
A DARK COCOON
The moon passes the sun.
Morning bows out, all done.
Darkness unveils its grim poker hand
to the drum beat of the marching band.
A moment of blackness
brings fears of more darkness.
What if your life was all dark?
The sun never lefts its mark.
The mornings and nights the same,
bringing you mountains of pain.
No relief from the bleak cocoon
like digging your grave with a spoon.
Years fade and turn to dust,
your memory goes bust.
Trapped in walls of despair,
without holes for the air.
Is this living or not?
She is stuck in one spot.
Too afraid to venture outside,
a further blow to her lost pride.
She hides in the nursing home,
where she reaches for the phone.
“Help me,” she cries out.
No one can help out.
Lost in her dark cocoon,
where she fits like a spoon.
Waiting for death to take its flight
to a better place in the light.
Monday, February 27, 2017
Monday, August 22, 2016
A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN
Alone with nature.
A feeling like no other.
A sky filled with birds.
Purple with the fading sun.
Sea breezes wrap around me.
Cocooning me in their mist.
Life stands still for this picture.
A glimpse of heaven from above.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Monday, December 15, 2014
THERE
I want to be there.
Not here by my computer.
But there on the beach.
Walking on the sand.
Feeling the cold water
hit my toes.
The pounding surf
against my body.
Spray of salt water
on my face.
Soothing.
Refreshing.
Like a cocoon,
enveloping me,
comforting me.
I close my eyes
and feel a laugh
bubbling inside of me,
ready to take flight.
A laugh of delight
and freedom.
Come join me.
A fantasy can
be easily shared.
Monday, November 25, 2013
THE DEAD
THE DEAD
In a town, where there is a beauty in its beaches, lagoons, and calm blue waters, The Dead walk the streets at night. Who are The Dead? Are they residents or visitors who flock to town for its famous parties? Are they vampires or humans?
The Dead Game, the first in a series, introduces The Dead. Come and find out who they really are.
http://amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
Sunday, November 24, 2013
A Perfect Place To Be Alone
Thursday, November 14, 2013
The Perfect Place For Dreams
I’d close my eyes and feel the motion of the water. Feel the force of the water pushing against the clear walls enclosing my safe cocoon. The pressure is increasing, the water is pressing harder against the clear walls. Oh no! Claustrophobia! I just ruined my own dream. Not to worry, there are always more. Dreams are unlimited!
http://amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://thedeadgameblog.tumblr.com
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