Prose Poetry - Tumblr Posts
mother nature
this is just some prose about how humans attempt to separate themselves from their origin, from the earth, but cannot fully. the chaos of nature instead comes out in brutal ways, like war. we are animals at the end of the day, and always will be.
In the Light of Domesticated Boredom
When the Titans created Man, there were no gifts left to give him. So, Prometheus, in pity, offered all he could find: the knowledge and wisdom of the gods and stolen fire. Man sat in the light of this fire, watching the shadows it casted on the walls, and thought he saw the truth of who he was: a heavenly soul shackled by the limitations of this world, a godlike mind trapped in the body of a mortal beast.
Although he had no sharp teeth, no strong muscles, no gift of flight or speed, he sought superiority over the creatures created before him, for surely, he had received the greatest gifts of all from the gods above. With fresh vigor, he jumped up and set out at once to conquer the land, to use his gifts to make living in this wilderness as easy as he could for himself. Using his wits and his fire, he produced the greatest and the worst of inventions.
In the new world he created, separate and unrecognizable from the wilderness he came from, Man now sat in domesticated boredom. So, he turned his dominating spirit towards testing the limitations of his own body. He started with sport: how high could he jump? How fast could he run? Restless still, he turned to greater exploitations: how little could he sleep? How hard could he work before he collapsed?
Sitting in the light of his incandescent bulb, Man finally saw the truth of who he really was: a heavenly soul shackled by the limitations of this world, a godlike mind trapped in the body of a mortal beast, commissioned by the capricious gods, along with all the earth’s creatures, to simply inhabit the natural world for their delight.
after laughs
She takes a deep breath in and immediately regrets it because now she doesn’t know what to do with all this excess air. She can feel it taking up space and swirling around behind her ribs. It makes her feel giddy and confused and completely delirious.
So she laughs.
Only it feels more like sobbing.
And once she’s run out of air for laugh-sobbing, she inevitably takes another breath and is forced to start all over again.
She laugh-sobs until the muscles in her stomach tense so hard they hurt, and her fists curl into themselves like black holes.
She uses up all the air until she isn’t breathing at all.
~ALL THIS WHILE~
To ashes, it burns.
Flannel
You might not know it, but I'm always cheering for you.
Still sitting in the shade, under the old tree where you left me
I miss you, and I love you. And, I just wish I could tell you.
It wasn't a lie. Or, was it? When you said I just had to let you know if I changed my mind...
I'M HAPPY.
You sent it white
Blank and all white
Yet it pieced together all that I missed
And defined all that I wanted to exist
~BLANK & WHITE~
RUN.
In the midst of burning chaos, I cried to be with the idea of you.
When life gets tough, remember: Somewhere, someone is cheering for you. ALWAYS.