Personal 2018 Poetry
12 Poems
Be Brave
little lamb don't be afraid the fox can't find you yet he's distracted by the bashful bunny for now so trust your softness for the graceful gazelle loves you dal segno al fine
she puts effort into a beautiful story for hours on end creating and listening and revising this magnificent melody yet even then her work is wasted and she is left wondering. blaming her own broken record a skipping record plays all the same music then malfunctions on the highest note every time without fail. if never She mends the cracks and scratches on this record when will it be fixed? 1. never? 2. now. she continues to replay it it's her favorite song after all D.S. al Fine Predator
Intoxicated Flirtatious The destructive pair the unrelenting lion stalks his prey yearning for more the smell of her fur the taste of her breath drug of intense senses striking the gazelle, he realizes it is rotten. Spit it out Leave Again and Again the hyena, the cheetah, the crocodile every predator each furrowing their brows In disgust by the end the gazelle exsanguinates Weeping for rain season Willow
eyes watching like she's a doe awaiting her slaughter the hunter-- about to pounce onto it's prey she is neither she is the tree sturdy and stagnant steady despite the fire scorching her limbs the scars will forever remain yet you will only see those if you cut her down so let her stand strong let her be firm against the force watch her persevere she is not weak so stop staring at her like she is Wave
feelings are fleeting like waves they're gone as they arrive repress until cracking and bandage until tearing then break and repeat until the tide falls revealing the hidden seashell Split
She was blue and lavender Young and free But trapped in her own mind Awaiting release She was green and gold Wealthy with knowledge Of who and what she was Eager to let someone in Yet she was beige Dull with the impact of life A wish for pure white or soft yellow Striving for faith and peace Within herself |
The Stars Are Friends
i found my place amongst the stars-- with those who send constant reminders that i am a moon-- one that shines despite the shadows that fall upon me whether dull or bright-- i am here gaze in wonder about how we are one-- despite how different how far we are and yet-- you are home. Often Perplexed
it is a hallway of dim lights and a hazy window at the end one that is close enough inviting but it never approaches it is a blurry fingerprint forever left on the glass vague the details erode over time it is many things all of which leave the mind in a constant state of both clarity and confusion in an infinite unbreakable path set in motion by everyone No Thanks to You
"you're not going to find happiness through that screen" funny you say that at least the screen listens though in the system i'm merely a number it still knows me better than you do in the universe of social media i'm a shout in the void yet i've found a family in the sequence of binary i've told you my feelings and how to help yet you choose to ignore me instead of lending an ear so don't be surprised when i find a home elsewhere because i remember ten years ago you left me too. Once Upon a Time
lost within the words of fantasy a realm of love and sympathy i find myself reaching out to a world of six hundred pages pages that hold friends who never seem to leave afraid of the ending i always seem to ignore the last chapter not wanting to let this world go and yearning for just one more chapter books are like lives you start reading not knowing what to expect fearing the obstacles but overcoming and when it comes to the finale you wish you had more story unfortunately you can’t reread the book called Life it always finishes as a cliffhanger the end Winter Again
and for a moment all was still apart from the falling of snowflakes outside the cold breeze chilled the heart once warm with light with thousands of fire flickers and suddenly suffocated belong
she was snow small and light drifting further away from what she called home a simple senselessness-- fear of ice but beauty of white the conflict rang in her mind where do i go? |