Running over slick wood towards the cyc, We are curséd by our dear week of tech. Jumping stairs, hurt’ling chairs to grab the mic, Our final hope is she, fixing our wreck. Early beginnings, everything is fine. Lazy days, sitting ‘round, nothing to do Reading from the book, designing the sign. Sing in groups, dance in pairs. You busy, too? The lights go up, the music slowly fades Our costumes are ‘50s, our makeup bright. Strut across the stage, in costume parades There runs a man, no woman, what a sight! Link sings to Tracy; Corny to his kids - The final curtain, their faces they hid.
A solitary note was all that pierced The aching stillness damp with morning dew. It echoed, mournful, sounding like the fierce And devasted old to something new. The mother in her nest caressed her young-- Their beaks a chatter from her chilling breath A cloud enshrouded the new-risen sun To shade the sadness reeking now of death. The embers still alight from dying fire Buried the singéd grass engulfed by flame Not moments ago when the sudden pyre Erupted 'round Love's crippled, crumpled frame. But new the bird's melodic song comes back As new love stands, white now, among the ash.
The fresh morning air wakes me from my sleep, Bright sun replaces the lethargic moon, Pulling me from another place, creeps, creeps Until I wake; but drifts away so soon;
Snug pajamas and polka dotted socks; The streets are alive with birds’ mighty songs; Bowls of Fruit Loops and quiet morning walks; But the sun slowly rises before long;
So simple and so small is morning’s joy, Igniting the world every day at dawn; Its radiance there for us to enjoy Once a day, until it is again gone;
And so every morning’s enchanting bliss Has captivated yet another miss.
These unlike any are a special find, Much better than the last pair she had bought. The last heels still like pictures in her mind, Broken souls and dirty shoe strings, unsought.
Aqua, a remembrance of lost ways, Drowned out by the inferior sea fish. Lilac now, a Martin, flying for days Set her soles free, heal follow heels, but wish;
Hope for a miracle, take away weight. Power to be strong, hide away the tears, Run out of here, avoid fall in this fate. Damaged soles wait, ruin new heals, add fear.
Alert, ‘tis time to know, she hit broken. But now, she runs, past finally spoken.
Love, ‘tis simply an immortal creature. She glows, glimmers in the souls of many For eternity. She paints a picture Depicting inexistence of any Change. With so many lesser than her, how Can it be that so many are able To enjoy her light, sweet caress? They bow To her foolishly, seeming unstable. But, she is a stranger in disguise of An old friend. Capturing a roaming soul, Her motive is purely to break and shove The tender hearts of two. I won’t extol you nor your hypocrisy. You test your Own existence, yet it’s all they ask for.
Shall I give in to mine own dearest love, Beck’ning presence in the Kroger starbucks? Calming gentle steam rising from above, Reunited with thee, would be best luck:
When come near one smells thou sweet aroma, Tall decaf hazelnut soy latte, Pristine white lid atop the sweet foama, I give in to thou sweet beauty with a lot, aye ;
Yet, caution: contents hot, drink carefully, Thou art harmful if spilled upon ones lap, Too much of thee could make me quite fatly, If weakness causes my judgment to snap,
Yet love is worth the dang’rous jeopardy, Of horrible hap’ning caused by fair loving.
How does my homework get done around you? With you I have replaced my studies, friend. Taking up time, delaying my curfew, Someday, this obsession will have to end. Letting me express myself through photos; Encouraging people to deeply think. Academic mind set comes to a close; Different beliefs and dreams, in they sink. My escape from worldly reality; Reblogging many inspirat'nal thoughts. There are no words to describe your beauty; Our safe haven from becoming robots. Maybe, it's my fault you are consuming. Maybe, you're just too much of a good thing.
You fall asleep for moments at a time; And awake too soon after the sun sets, Putting on spandex the color of lime, Spend the day in storms that no one forgets. By the time you leave, you will be soaked through, Shivering, shaking, and with blood-shot eyes. Your hands will be blistered and ugly too. Irregular tan lines will cross your thighs, But you'll smile when you see them reflected On the others who have endured the same. By a certain sickness you're affected, And it gives you a loveliness like fame. In this world beauty is muddy sandals Worn by four girls with the same gold medals.
Intense boredom and solidarity Relapse. Ding! One new text message from Zach. Facebook: Shelby's status brings clarity. Christian tweets of her emotions; attack Of guilt. These deep emotions were unknown Before because of the separation. After, appears FaceTime call, not alone, Abbey, Christian too, shows dedication To familiarize themselves of friends. A HeyTell from Brighton, and another, And one more again is received, which mends Distance between the best friends and smothers. Now, things unknown before are recognized. Through connection, love develops disguised.
Why stand your feet so silent, child of song? Why use all strength you have just to resist? You’ll ne’er convince yourself that you’re so strong, To cage your soul fore’er in tight-clenched fist. The music is at times a sound so small That in your iris shines a trembling tear. You wonder if this voice is real at all That beckons you to dance away from fear. For to transparent skies just off the floor You watch our bruiséd bodies wave farewell For all must dance past Earth for something more For ling’ring here shall make our minds unwell. So balance life and love on tortured toes Exposing weakness ev’rybody knows.
(Notes) Title- Ceilidh (kā’lē) n. An informal social gathering at which there is Gaelic folk music, singing, folk dancing and story telling
What is the course by which we discover? Fear anchors within the depths of our bones. Steering the rocky seas one uncovers, The compass is spinning to the unknown. Obstacles will pull you away, Pull away love which lifts and helps you sail. From the calm of the storm from which you stray, Enemies delight in stealing your trail. But on the horizon of your calm sea, You will come to find within your being. The ability to become set free, With help of water you are not seeing. Underway you go, stretch your sail up high. Journey until the sea kisses the sky.
Hours upon hours of time are spent. The weekends go by through minutes alone. Minutes, hours, and days seem to ferment And build smiles, valuable as gemstones.
The fishtails, the crop tops, and the cameras, All build stories and beauty on my dash. The Indian headdresses and auras, Author scripts of nights that start with a flash.
Memory dances at its own leisure To music of cosmic nights spent with friends. But as Time will die the stars shine brighter, And accent Ray Bans and stellar weekends.
The crop tops have brighter, sharper zig zags, Because these memories have no name tags.
(this is Sarah Cobble... Paige Berghel you are the best!)
Beauty is Pain
Subconsciously I submit to wonder If it would be acceptable to ask: Will my love prevail or will I plunder? The cause of such pain will your beauty mask? My pale skin dozed so healthy and so pure 'Till it learned the time it'd need to invest; Four fingers who view your touch as a cure Bleed numbly to keep your changing request. But slowly they form a shield to each strum; Sweet melodies you sing as morning comes, Fulfilling the freedom you used to hum. Each bloody cot blossoms in your kingdoms; Blindly my fingers drop on each dear fret, Yet they crave that sting of the day we met.
Is it known to many if not to most? Caught dazed in the midst of reality, Or sculpted for the beloved by the host. Yet begotten with curiosity, Forsaken it will seek shelter within; One heart it does fill for eternal days. Beheld is such as a triumphant win; For mysteriously, love owns its ways. But a shadow of dismay need be not; Light does shine all day, and stars gleam for nights. Timely comes it, the prized possession sought; Force not on the matter preemptive sights. Unseemingly true, it may unwaver, So to all be the fortune to savor.
Love, love, love relentlessly appearing, On signs and shirts, but above all, in song, Those love songs that it seems we love hearing. We love love and we love to sing along. All you need is love, endless--no--bleeding love. I love that, I love ice cream, I love you. There’s love graffitied on that store you’re tired of. Love your planet, love yourself, love this too. Yes, I’m lovin’ it; so should you, you see. Of course I will always love you...I think. L isn’t for the way you look at me. But if the love is gone my heart will sink. And does love lift us up where we belong? Will we ever know if we’ve got it wrong?
Way of Life How am I supposed to know what it is? People may know how but they don’t know why. We can say who we love and who we miss; Frustrated by it all, you want to cry It’s too late for them to try to forget. Teardrops fall on my pillow every night, Thinking it is over, I want to quit. I wake up longing to be in the light. But, honestly, I long for this feeling, Always wanting to have someone to love. Having another love me is healing. Never waiting until I fly above . I need this in my life to stay alive That is how my heart, mind, and soul will thrive.
BE MINE Lace doilies adhere to the dusty rug. Fused by a brew, his spit and heart candy, Of love and gestures of the word, a drug. Fooled was he as she rejected amply. For, with her, another’s declaration, On it, sweet smudges, NECCO’s reminder To him of heartbreak’s humiliation. Too soon ingested, sour, no kinder. Festive ghosts loom there and there; lace, the pink, Cupid, a bear, scapegoats fit for his own Accusations. “Love chooses you.” The ink Rests his mind. She’s forgiven. He’s alone. In spite, he picks through the cellophane bag And plucks a relic, “TAKE A WALK,” instead.
Will he be there waiting today for me, Sitting atop my pillow case smiling? With a green striped bow tie, maroon is he. He caps off the stack of pillows piling. He cannot move, he is just a stuffed toy, But the thought of his absence is enough To think if he is an unfaithful boy. I wanted to let him go and be tough, Especially because I was ten. But the bond is too close, and love too great. Oh I worked so hard to be old and then, I gave into the stitched smile I’ll nev’r hate. I believe when I get home he’ll be there, The friend Dad gave me at birth: Purple Bear.
How can we accurately describe love? It is a complicated emotion Mankind claims to know it, nonetheless, of It, certain are broken by the motion
It is seen in the face of a mother As her child’s future is her only dream It is seen in the face of another As he always pushes to the extreme
It is so vast; it’s far beyond measure Some die for it; others die without it Perhaps it is man’s genuine treasure We cling to the edges, grasping for it
Delivered from the Creator, Love is For all, in all. By it we may exist
The Cage Who am I to speak of things such as love? My heart is just as empty as my head. A bitter critic undeserving of Naïve romance which I attempt to tread.
A vacant cage sits lonely in my chest, Nostalgic for me to again believe The fairytale, I was a dreamer stressed, By childish dreams, my heart pinned on my sleeve.
I came to know that if I gave my all, Nothing is left for me to safely hide. So when inevitably, I did fall, My hollow frame cracked and crumbled inside.
So who am I, merciless at his feet. Feel in my cage, new hummingbirds’ wings beat.
Can you make the choice of who it will be? Is that a controllable decision? Who will be the one to love you boldly, And who will you love without persuasion? It seems to be impossible to tell Who will be the one with you forever. He will be there when you hear the church bell. You can’t imagine his looks or manner. Is he one you never thought to behold, Or the one you have seen every day? Could it be the one with the act so cold, Or he who is always kind but cliché? You might never get the chance to pick him, But whoever he is, moments aren’t dim.
Can the four-letter word, love, be defined? Two eyes meet and you suddenly can’t speak: Feelings start to control your soul and mind. Young love romance can cause a mouse to squeak, An intangible bond between the norms. Knowing someone fully, the good and bad Like a butterfly, love ‘xist in all forms Sometimes doubted, yet love remains like mad. Love can create wounds, as if it were war. ‘stroyed in an instance by actions or words Possessed by anyone, even the poor People, places, popcorn, pencils for nerds Love is different, yet love is the same A heart shaped symbol that cannot be framed.
Oh Mother Earth, it's time for us to see The hour has come, I must leave today For all these years, how tightly you've held me Now, by high lights, I shall find my own way
Safe Hidden in Your groves, each day I'd spend I'd play 'til sticks cut, and rocks scraped green skin Then all of these, Your waters cool would mend Why spare a glance beyond sweet wooded din?
But Father Heaven has sent a sweet call Come dance with Halley, fly on Cygnus Wings Hunt, young one, with Orion great and tall Go meet Andromeda and sparkling kings
Though skies away, yen's ever bound, though far Escaped from your shade, I'll shine down a star
The Power of Love What silent song into my chest he sings? My pulse awakes with such resounding strength. Though neither gold nor diadem he brings, My wealth extends to more impressive lengths. And with such force he conquers violent fleets. Great Kings of men fall to their knees in vain. Enormous armies suffer harsh defeat, For by his hand their happy hearts are slain. As deeper in his grasp the captives fall, The violence in each mind is put to rest. Such power makes the ocean seem quite small. His presence proves the peasants to be blessed. With might that grips the soul straight from the start, How Love doth breathe life into fading hearts.
Love draws you in and gets you attached, no? It will plant absurd ideas in your mind. Seems to be invinc'ble, able to grow. One thinks the other is loving, so kind. People think it is wonderful, so great. They search and search, for something to bring joy. When they lose searching, they rely on fate. Without understanding love is a toy. This is love, makes you weak, vulnerable. Breaking you down, piece by piece until none. Who would want that? It is very uncool… Making you crazy until you just sing. I say we completely give up on love. And stop waiting around for that wing’d dove.
No need to hunt for it; a wild goose chase Fools gold is only found upon request For it looks from sun to moon, face to face Attacking ones who have found gentle rest Once it has chosen two minds as victims The rest is pushed aside to make more room Heard is two turtle doves exchanging hums The mind is paralyzed; all thoughts consumed Every waking moment; every minute Fear: vuln'rability produced by trust Like games of falling; in it to win it A turn will cause loss, blinded is a must Mysterious and unexplainable Consumption yet distraction in the skull
How can one write about the strange unknown? That quite bewildering four letter word Haunts all, yet its usage is the most prone. Though it should be taboo, it's always heard. It is alien because it covers all. It's the feeling shared among each sibling, Yet it's the reason for friendships to fall. Without it, there's no reason for living. However its existence brings sadness. It's why He forgives us day after day. It is why mothers are filled with sweetness. It is a hybrid of all. It is gray. Although its whole meaning is kept secret, Maybe writing has divulged part of it.
Forced to wear the crown of a stage techie Waiting behind a curtain queue, go now! Laying around, still being quite sneaky Told to be quiet, our silence is loud
Being a stage tech is cherished and loved I yearned for more though twas unknown to moi! Music flows from me by others beloved Unknown to me I loved doing dramas
As I take the stage I see them check mics I sing my song as they claim to be swooned I miss the brilliance of running the mikes But it shows worth when the beat can’t be moved
Techie or artist, there must be middle ground I sing, headset in hand, artist for now
I wonder what it will be like up there. Past the tallest trees and outstretched leaves, Higher than the birds soaring in the air, Deep in outer space, the rocket ship speeds By moons and stars until It is in plain sight. I can see a bedazzled golden gate; When it opens, escapes a blinding light, A delight which won’t be everyone’s fate. At any rate, men in white will be in choirs, Dancing, singing, at parties giving toasts, Gems, gold, anything our heart desires: All from the one who loves us the most. Even if all my visions are not true, I’ll be there and I hope to see you too.
Final Night Blues
ReplyDeleteRunning over slick wood towards the cyc,
We are curséd by our dear week of tech.
Jumping stairs, hurt’ling chairs to grab the mic,
Our final hope is she, fixing our wreck.
Early beginnings, everything is fine.
Lazy days, sitting ‘round, nothing to do
Reading from the book, designing the sign.
Sing in groups, dance in pairs. You busy, too?
The lights go up, the music slowly fades
Our costumes are ‘50s, our makeup bright.
Strut across the stage, in costume parades
There runs a man, no woman, what a sight!
Link sings to Tracy; Corny to his kids -
The final curtain, their faces they hid.
Wheel of the World
ReplyDeleteA solitary note was all that pierced
The aching stillness damp with morning dew.
It echoed, mournful, sounding like the fierce
And devasted old to something new.
The mother in her nest caressed her young--
Their beaks a chatter from her chilling breath
A cloud enshrouded the new-risen sun
To shade the sadness reeking now of death.
The embers still alight from dying fire
Buried the singéd grass engulfed by flame
Not moments ago when the sudden pyre
Erupted 'round Love's crippled, crumpled frame.
But new the bird's melodic song comes back
As new love stands, white now, among the ash.
Morning Lullaby
ReplyDeleteThe fresh morning air wakes me from my sleep,
Bright sun replaces the lethargic moon,
Pulling me from another place, creeps, creeps
Until I wake; but drifts away so soon;
Snug pajamas and polka dotted socks;
The streets are alive with birds’ mighty songs;
Bowls of Fruit Loops and quiet morning walks;
But the sun slowly rises before long;
So simple and so small is morning’s joy,
Igniting the world every day at dawn;
Its radiance there for us to enjoy
Once a day, until it is again gone;
And so every morning’s enchanting bliss
Has captivated yet another miss.
New Heels for Broken Souls
ReplyDeleteThese unlike any are a special find,
Much better than the last pair she had bought.
The last heels still like pictures in her mind,
Broken souls and dirty shoe strings, unsought.
Aqua, a remembrance of lost ways,
Drowned out by the inferior sea fish.
Lilac now, a Martin, flying for days
Set her soles free, heal follow heels, but wish;
Hope for a miracle, take away weight.
Power to be strong, hide away the tears,
Run out of here, avoid fall in this fate.
Damaged soles wait, ruin new heals, add fear.
Alert, ‘tis time to know, she hit broken.
But now, she runs, past finally spoken.
Paradox
ReplyDeleteLove, ‘tis simply an immortal creature.
She glows, glimmers in the souls of many
For eternity. She paints a picture
Depicting inexistence of any
Change. With so many lesser than her, how
Can it be that so many are able
To enjoy her light, sweet caress? They bow
To her foolishly, seeming unstable.
But, she is a stranger in disguise of
An old friend. Capturing a roaming soul,
Her motive is purely to break and shove
The tender hearts of two. I won’t extol
you nor your hypocrisy. You test your
Own existence, yet it’s all they ask for.
Starbucks Weakness
ReplyDeleteShall I give in to mine own dearest love,
Beck’ning presence in the Kroger starbucks?
Calming gentle steam rising from above,
Reunited with thee, would be best luck:
When come near one smells thou sweet aroma,
Tall decaf hazelnut soy latte,
Pristine white lid atop the sweet foama,
I give in to thou sweet beauty with a lot, aye ;
Yet, caution: contents hot, drink carefully,
Thou art harmful if spilled upon ones lap,
Too much of thee could make me quite fatly,
If weakness causes my judgment to snap,
Yet love is worth the dang’rous jeopardy,
Of horrible hap’ning caused by fair loving.
Internet Friend
ReplyDeleteHow does my homework get done around you?
With you I have replaced my studies, friend.
Taking up time, delaying my curfew,
Someday, this obsession will have to end.
Letting me express myself through photos;
Encouraging people to deeply think.
Academic mind set comes to a close;
Different beliefs and dreams, in they sink.
My escape from worldly reality;
Reblogging many inspirat'nal thoughts.
There are no words to describe your beauty;
Our safe haven from becoming robots.
Maybe, it's my fault you are consuming.
Maybe, you're just too much of a good thing.
Beauty Queens
ReplyDeleteYou fall asleep for moments at a time;
And awake too soon after the sun sets,
Putting on spandex the color of lime,
Spend the day in storms that no one forgets.
By the time you leave, you will be soaked through,
Shivering, shaking, and with blood-shot eyes.
Your hands will be blistered and ugly too.
Irregular tan lines will cross your thighs,
But you'll smile when you see them reflected
On the others who have endured the same.
By a certain sickness you're affected,
And it gives you a loveliness like fame.
In this world beauty is muddy sandals
Worn by four girls with the same gold medals.
Adored Apps
ReplyDeleteIntense boredom and solidarity
Relapse. Ding! One new text message from Zach.
Facebook: Shelby's status brings clarity.
Christian tweets of her emotions; attack
Of guilt. These deep emotions were unknown
Before because of the separation.
After, appears FaceTime call, not alone,
Abbey, Christian too, shows dedication
To familiarize themselves of friends.
A HeyTell from Brighton, and another,
And one more again is received, which mends
Distance between the best friends and smothers.
Now, things unknown before are recognized.
Through connection, love develops disguised.
Ceilidh
ReplyDeleteWhy stand your feet so silent, child of song?
Why use all strength you have just to resist?
You’ll ne’er convince yourself that you’re so strong,
To cage your soul fore’er in tight-clenched fist.
The music is at times a sound so small
That in your iris shines a trembling tear.
You wonder if this voice is real at all
That beckons you to dance away from fear.
For to transparent skies just off the floor
You watch our bruiséd bodies wave farewell
For all must dance past Earth for something more
For ling’ring here shall make our minds unwell.
So balance life and love on tortured toes
Exposing weakness ev’rybody knows.
(Notes)
Title- Ceilidh (kā’lē) n. An informal social gathering at which there is Gaelic folk music, singing, folk dancing and story telling
Sky Kisses the Sea
ReplyDeleteWhat is the course by which we discover?
Fear anchors within the depths of our bones.
Steering the rocky seas one uncovers,
The compass is spinning to the unknown.
Obstacles will pull you away,
Pull away love which lifts and helps you sail.
From the calm of the storm from which you stray,
Enemies delight in stealing your trail.
But on the horizon of your calm sea,
You will come to find within your being.
The ability to become set free,
With help of water you are not seeing.
Underway you go, stretch your sail up high.
Journey until the sea kisses the sky.
The Timeless Stars
ReplyDeleteHours upon hours of time are spent.
The weekends go by through minutes alone.
Minutes, hours, and days seem to ferment
And build smiles, valuable as gemstones.
The fishtails, the crop tops, and the cameras,
All build stories and beauty on my dash.
The Indian headdresses and auras,
Author scripts of nights that start with a flash.
Memory dances at its own leisure
To music of cosmic nights spent with friends.
But as Time will die the stars shine brighter,
And accent Ray Bans and stellar weekends.
The crop tops have brighter, sharper zig zags,
Because these memories have no name tags.
(this is Sarah Cobble... Paige Berghel you are the best!)
ReplyDeleteBeauty is Pain
Subconsciously I submit to wonder
If it would be acceptable to ask:
Will my love prevail or will I plunder?
The cause of such pain will your beauty mask?
My pale skin dozed so healthy and so pure
'Till it learned the time it'd need to invest;
Four fingers who view your touch as a cure
Bleed numbly to keep your changing request.
But slowly they form a shield to each strum;
Sweet melodies you sing as morning comes,
Fulfilling the freedom you used to hum.
Each bloody cot blossoms in your kingdoms;
Blindly my fingers drop on each dear fret,
Yet they crave that sting of the day we met.
The Dearest Habit
ReplyDeleteIs it known to many if not to most?
Caught dazed in the midst of reality,
Or sculpted for the beloved by the host.
Yet begotten with curiosity,
Forsaken it will seek shelter within;
One heart it does fill for eternal days.
Beheld is such as a triumphant win;
For mysteriously, love owns its ways.
But a shadow of dismay need be not;
Light does shine all day, and stars gleam for nights.
Timely comes it, the prized possession sought;
Force not on the matter preemptive sights.
Unseemingly true, it may unwaver,
So to all be the fortune to savor.
Literally
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love relentlessly appearing,
On signs and shirts, but above all, in song,
Those love songs that it seems we love hearing.
We love love and we love to sing along.
All you need is love, endless--no--bleeding love.
I love that, I love ice cream, I love you.
There’s love graffitied on that store you’re tired of.
Love your planet, love yourself, love this too.
Yes, I’m lovin’ it; so should you, you see.
Of course I will always love you...I think.
L isn’t for the way you look at me.
But if the love is gone my heart will sink.
And does love lift us up where we belong?
Will we ever know if we’ve got it wrong?
Way of Life
ReplyDeleteHow am I supposed to know what it is?
People may know how but they don’t know why.
We can say who we love and who we miss;
Frustrated by it all, you want to cry
It’s too late for them to try to forget.
Teardrops fall on my pillow every night,
Thinking it is over, I want to quit.
I wake up longing to be in the light.
But, honestly, I long for this feeling,
Always wanting to have someone to love.
Having another love me is healing.
Never waiting until I fly above .
I need this in my life to stay alive
That is how my heart, mind, and soul will thrive.
BE MINE
ReplyDeleteLace doilies adhere to the dusty rug.
Fused by a brew, his spit and heart candy,
Of love and gestures of the word, a drug.
Fooled was he as she rejected amply.
For, with her, another’s declaration,
On it, sweet smudges, NECCO’s reminder
To him of heartbreak’s humiliation.
Too soon ingested, sour, no kinder.
Festive ghosts loom there and there; lace, the pink,
Cupid, a bear, scapegoats fit for his own
Accusations. “Love chooses you.” The ink
Rests his mind. She’s forgiven. He’s alone.
In spite, he picks through the cellophane bag
And plucks a relic, “TAKE A WALK,” instead.
The Faithful Friend
ReplyDeleteWill he be there waiting today for me,
Sitting atop my pillow case smiling?
With a green striped bow tie, maroon is he.
He caps off the stack of pillows piling.
He cannot move, he is just a stuffed toy,
But the thought of his absence is enough
To think if he is an unfaithful boy.
I wanted to let him go and be tough,
Especially because I was ten.
But the bond is too close, and love too great.
Oh I worked so hard to be old and then,
I gave into the stitched smile I’ll nev’r hate.
I believe when I get home he’ll be there,
The friend Dad gave me at birth: Purple Bear.
Our Existance
ReplyDeleteHow can we accurately describe love?
It is a complicated emotion
Mankind claims to know it, nonetheless, of
It, certain are broken by the motion
It is seen in the face of a mother
As her child’s future is her only dream
It is seen in the face of another
As he always pushes to the extreme
It is so vast; it’s far beyond measure
Some die for it; others die without it
Perhaps it is man’s genuine treasure
We cling to the edges, grasping for it
Delivered from the Creator, Love is
For all, in all. By it we may exist
The Cage
ReplyDeleteWho am I to speak of things such as love?
My heart is just as empty as my head.
A bitter critic undeserving of
Naïve romance which I attempt to tread.
A vacant cage sits lonely in my chest,
Nostalgic for me to again believe
The fairytale, I was a dreamer stressed,
By childish dreams, my heart pinned on my sleeve.
I came to know that if I gave my all,
Nothing is left for me to safely hide.
So when inevitably, I did fall,
My hollow frame cracked and crumbled inside.
So who am I, merciless at his feet.
Feel in my cage, new hummingbirds’ wings beat.
Choices
ReplyDeleteCan you make the choice of who it will be?
Is that a controllable decision?
Who will be the one to love you boldly,
And who will you love without persuasion?
It seems to be impossible to tell
Who will be the one with you forever.
He will be there when you hear the church bell.
You can’t imagine his looks or manner.
Is he one you never thought to behold,
Or the one you have seen every day?
Could it be the one with the act so cold,
Or he who is always kind but cliché?
You might never get the chance to pick him,
But whoever he is, moments aren’t dim.
Undefined Love
ReplyDeleteCan the four-letter word, love, be defined?
Two eyes meet and you suddenly can’t speak:
Feelings start to control your soul and mind.
Young love romance can cause a mouse to squeak,
An intangible bond between the norms.
Knowing someone fully, the good and bad
Like a butterfly, love ‘xist in all forms
Sometimes doubted, yet love remains like mad.
Love can create wounds, as if it were war.
‘stroyed in an instance by actions or words
Possessed by anyone, even the poor
People, places, popcorn, pencils for nerds
Love is different, yet love is the same
A heart shaped symbol that cannot be framed.
Sine Qua Non
ReplyDeleteOh Mother Earth, it's time for us to see
The hour has come, I must leave today
For all these years, how tightly you've held me
Now, by high lights, I shall find my own way
Safe Hidden in Your groves, each day I'd spend
I'd play 'til sticks cut, and rocks scraped green skin
Then all of these, Your waters cool would mend
Why spare a glance beyond sweet wooded din?
But Father Heaven has sent a sweet call
Come dance with Halley, fly on Cygnus Wings
Hunt, young one, with Orion great and tall
Go meet Andromeda and sparkling kings
Though skies away, yen's ever bound, though far
Escaped from your shade, I'll shine down a star
The Power of Love
ReplyDeleteWhat silent song into my chest he sings?
My pulse awakes with such resounding strength.
Though neither gold nor diadem he brings,
My wealth extends to more impressive lengths.
And with such force he conquers violent fleets.
Great Kings of men fall to their knees in vain.
Enormous armies suffer harsh defeat,
For by his hand their happy hearts are slain.
As deeper in his grasp the captives fall,
The violence in each mind is put to rest.
Such power makes the ocean seem quite small.
His presence proves the peasants to be blessed.
With might that grips the soul straight from the start,
How Love doth breathe life into fading hearts.
Suffocation
ReplyDeleteLove draws you in and gets you attached, no?
It will plant absurd ideas in your mind.
Seems to be invinc'ble, able to grow.
One thinks the other is loving, so kind.
People think it is wonderful, so great.
They search and search, for something to bring joy.
When they lose searching, they rely on fate.
Without understanding love is a toy.
This is love, makes you weak, vulnerable.
Breaking you down, piece by piece until none.
Who would want that? It is very uncool…
Making you crazy until you just sing.
I say we completely give up on love.
And stop waiting around for that wing’d dove.
Consumed
ReplyDeleteNo need to hunt for it; a wild goose chase
Fools gold is only found upon request
For it looks from sun to moon, face to face
Attacking ones who have found gentle rest
Once it has chosen two minds as victims
The rest is pushed aside to make more room
Heard is two turtle doves exchanging hums
The mind is paralyzed; all thoughts consumed
Every waking moment; every minute
Fear: vuln'rability produced by trust
Like games of falling; in it to win it
A turn will cause loss, blinded is a must
Mysterious and unexplainable
Consumption yet distraction in the skull
Four You
ReplyDeleteHow can one write about the strange unknown?
That quite bewildering four letter word
Haunts all, yet its usage is the most prone.
Though it should be taboo, it's always heard.
It is alien because it covers all.
It's the feeling shared among each sibling,
Yet it's the reason for friendships to fall.
Without it, there's no reason for living.
However its existence brings sadness.
It's why He forgives us day after day.
It is why mothers are filled with sweetness.
It is a hybrid of all. It is gray.
Although its whole meaning is kept secret,
Maybe writing has divulged part of it.
Different Blocking, Same Scene
ReplyDeleteForced to wear the crown of a stage techie
Waiting behind a curtain queue, go now!
Laying around, still being quite sneaky
Told to be quiet, our silence is loud
Being a stage tech is cherished and loved
I yearned for more though twas unknown to moi!
Music flows from me by others beloved
Unknown to me I loved doing dramas
As I take the stage I see them check mics
I sing my song as they claim to be swooned
I miss the brilliance of running the mikes
But it shows worth when the beat can’t be moved
Techie or artist, there must be middle ground
I sing, headset in hand, artist for now
Where I Will Be
ReplyDeleteI wonder what it will be like up there.
Past the tallest trees and outstretched leaves,
Higher than the birds soaring in the air,
Deep in outer space, the rocket ship speeds
By moons and stars until It is in plain sight.
I can see a bedazzled golden gate;
When it opens, escapes a blinding light,
A delight which won’t be everyone’s fate.
At any rate, men in white will be in choirs,
Dancing, singing, at parties giving toasts,
Gems, gold, anything our heart desires:
All from the one who loves us the most.
Even if all my visions are not true,
I’ll be there and I hope to see you too.