the lotus- cira's writing blog

  Journal Entry} an infant will fall 2-17-22 An infant stands before falling again Dropping doses of old resentment  But running on the gas of new freedom An infant screams in agony Refusing to be ignored,  they will be nursed , raised and shaped into an idea Before falling again, another time A new collection of bruises They seemed to be stronger as a child Now as an adolescent, But with waves of torture and long-awaited Struggle, they will sway to the side,  gather their strength  And stand on their own,  soon they can walk. Walking, they join the world, they make a life.,  But even then, still walking as they fall, victim Being stabbed in the back,  frozen in the winter and Eaten, gobbled up like a carrot in the spring. The adult that was once an adolescent,  an adolescent that once was a toddler and a  toddler that was once an infant Will fly on doses of toxic waste  and run on centuries worth of Stored adrenaline, they should k...

  Journal entry (2-14-22) The relationships between the stars and the moon With some inevitable Magic, She arrives. Your softest cream blanket and your warmest dream. Taking in, Drinking every kind of glitter and gas. She is something descended from the cosmos. You’ve found yourself a place in this galaxy. She’s something you would love to understand. You, like every other, have licked the plate of the universe but only she gets a bite of the bread. She’s your morning steam and your sigh of relief. You and a million others dance in place, you circle around her at every second. She’s your strongest stone of hope, your brightest white star., one that may not be broken easily. You’ve been here for all of time and proudly you blaze. She’s something made of strange witchcraft and off fate, eerie mystery and older glory but only in her presence may you glow the brightest. Crafted by gods above your head. She will be seen. She will be worshiped.  Journal Entry (2-15-22) Martin spen...