Hello, @purgatorypoetry, I Hope You Dont Mind, But I Did A Blackout Of Our Little Conversation On My

Hello, @purgatorypoetry​, I hope you don’t mind, but I did a blackout of our little conversation on my ‘Welcome’ poem.

Transcript for all that need/want it:

I feel so much This sort of New arrival to the world

A person born Pieces vivid and unique

(‘wonder climbs’) My perceived implication of The lonely and alien

A world so distant In spite of such beauty

I dont know if I came close

Sell me this world Like snake oil

Come problems Here, To the land of promises

Will I find beauty Or will I be more of the same?

Changed my space around a bit. Its color coded now. I need more green and yellow apparently

Heart

My heart jumps into my throat I can feel it beating Incessantly

Like when you drink too much caffeine Like when you hide under your bed Like when you feel like death

Two days straight Fear in my blood Fear in my bones

In my heart that beats Too hard, so hard It chokes me to death

Sunshine

Smiling like the sun My teeth hurt from the Sweets craved, desired, wanted

Dough and soup To keep me kind and warm Lovely and nice

I am not made Of sugar and spice But odd bitter flavors

Like the aftertaste of an orange Lemons in a meringue Sugar rotting in your mouth

When do you wake up Afternoon sun on your sheets Deciding you’ve had enough

Enough of misery Enough of shame Enough of fear

I found my breaking point A couple days ago The beckoning of fall spurring me on

Onward and outward, Into that post-summer sun

Welcome

About the World

Our story takes place on The Heart of the World In the center

Wonder climbs from snowy mountains to arid deserts, Jungles and plains all coalesce

Mystic, marvelous, unnatural The land itself wonders

Begin anew, Rise alongside her

Well-minded, rugged, and rich Come with stories to tell Dream of attaining better

Find opportunities endless.

I think most are better

Better at every type of art

Photos, poems, writing

I sing quietly,

I dance uninspired,

All I can feel is that weight

That presses against my heart

Heavier and heavier

I never can describe the numbness

The sinking in my chest

Like a stone into the ocean

Im meant to explore and understand

I am no pilgrim

I write, afraid

Afraid of my betters

I sink into the sand

Of the sea floor

I wait until I get up again

To renew the cycle of

Wake, walk, return.