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| DUET The pace of bittersweet intentions Slows and fades into twilight When glistening eyes and anticipation Give hint to a lover's high Such a bevy of thoughts entangled Wound securely to the intended's heart Breathing a sigh of relief That love doesn't depend on some enchanted star Sweet emotions stubbornly alive As any concerns have scampered off Peering through a veil of perfection That's a misleading, seemingly perpetual, loft A shameless flying duet Leaning on lovers' light, blinded by the sun Never wincing at the boiling heat That evaporates fuzzy dreams, one by one |
| DANDELION Aside from simple turmoil A naked dandelion lay Blown and torn apart From winds wicked and astray Its beauty strewn in pieces Across the golden field Never once did it fight back Only to the master did it yield It breathes with gasps and chokes Its mane adorning the air Only seconds from an ending Though fainting and unaware It limps with such sour pity A life forgotten from its birth Only to live for others As its grave nourishes the earth |
| CHAINS There are imagined chains We assign ourselves That scar and bruise Until it's discovered We can take them apart By stepping over fear, Like a bump in the road. Wounds said to bleed us Can be dismissed Like a gentle, passing breeze. And there's more hope in knowing We cannot live without ourselves Or face ourselves without Our very own consciousness. We are here for the duration of our lives And lending someone else the reins Hands over our happiness Much too willingly. And fear remains within us Trapped in our very own chains. |
| COMING OF AGE Rainfall hints of its presence With little scattered drips, Whispering its arrival gently Progressively falling Until its quiet breath shreaks. The lightning shatters darkness And thunder screams with anger...... Winds rebel in fury To taunt naive victims Who see fear and wince And break those who refuse to bend. |
| PEBBLES In reality, Aren't we all afraid Of the bluest eyes, The widest sea, The vast, cloudless sky - Anything that makes us feel Smaller than we want to feel. 'Cause we hold ourselves in esteem Whether or not we deserve Some sort of praise or recognition. There's a pain that accompanies Finding that we are only pebbles Off the majestic mountain That we once thought we were. |
| DRIFTING A shift of reality Aftervisions of places, people Absorbing what's left of now To find a bit of warmth In the fear of an undisclosed future. When scales fall from eyes To see light that's fresh That hasn't dimmed by the hands of living, To relax shoulders ravaged by tension And the fear of letting go of pain Just because it's your normalcy. And it's easier to ride the rocky waves If you know nothing of the calm quiet Of drifing. |
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| PANDORA�S BOX I'm trying my best to slow the paces To keep the truth at bay. You've been such a godsend That I just can't fathom what you'd say (But you've got a way with me) I could do much worse on my own. You keep me from self-destruction, While you keep the sweetest sayings, Filling up life's little captions. (On my own it seems I'm nothing) I'm a bit unsteady with the shakes And you just haven't got a clue That all this is kept inside of me To keep from losing you. Tell me what you'd say if I told you I'm the world inside Pandora's box; I'm the girl you're trying to open That everyone says to keep locked. I glide through them with such ease, Although a perfect secret. They analyze and scrutinize the surface -- A distraction to interpret. It's a shame they just don't know Or are just too blind to see, That I'm sitting on my own universe, And they're just part of a galaxy. All the world's silent "evils" Could stretch their legs for at least once, If you'd only peek at this precious treasure To see that you'd never get enough. |
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| UNBREAKABLE Destroyed and Deranged, An exquisite specimen without flaw Has found herself imprisoned, Severely contorted and broken. Relentless and Resistant, Stale crumbs of life are shunned When shackles tighten their grip As implosion masquerades as silence. Complacent and Compliant, The immovable force of mediocrity Burst open fragile links of faith With remaining jagged edges of acceptance. Withheld and Withdrawn, A slight of sanity beckons inquisition, Breaks the mold of delusions, Keeping the secrets within. Unbreakable and Unrestrained, A furlong of dwindling perceptions Within the occasional psychotic Is reinvigorated with new oxygen. |
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| GRAND ENTRANCE Earth�s thick carpet All but glows in its luscious richness And those raindrops -- drip-drop Quenching the thirst of a brittle turf. The sky flashes As the soil trembles at the violent cracks and rumbles. The tree trunks stand motionless, Stationary in their might -- In their stances of power. As the wind begins to scream, The branches sway In voluntary submission. Sprinkles of blossoms Strain to taste the sweet air And life anew. Warm blood scurries Out of burrows bent and mangled by winter. They stretch red-eyed With sleep�s residue yet remaining, But it soon falls away With this freshened life, Bubbling from the atmosphere That is the precious skin of this season. |
| PURE ENERGY The grim reaper hasn't claimed me as a victim Only as a tortured soul Broken by the weight of gravity The pen in hand tends to collapse When the power has drained from limbs And weakness keeps me in captivity I bellow many silent screams With strength to do nothing more And stubborn eyelids that are magnetized These chains can only be felt As others jeer my "imagined" state And accuse me of a matter dramatized People offer unsolicited advice Of magic herbs and treadmills That may only twist the knife They lack the knowledge in accuracy As the tension and pain that creeps under my skin Has vigor and is full of life I escape in imagined places That fondle my heart with calm No matter how strange the fantasy With only the sense of conquer And a purpose I can attain If only for a moment of pure energy |
| ATTEMPT AT CREATION I feel the most fleeting security Among the petals of the Dutchman�s Breeches. These creamy, silent fields Play the symphony of how far this memory reaches. With the sprinkle of spark or flame, I pretended to be wholeheartedly emblazoned. In a flickering photo reel of remembrance, I�m a forgotten princess, lost and brazen. The straggle of aimless butterflies inside Can be construed and misunderstood many ways. The accelerating heart palpitations Gave excuse to conjure predictions beyond today. I created this "kingdom" with the richest strength, Settled on tall mountains of majesty. But the walls caved like hollow thoughts, And shone their true faces as empty dreams. My purpose was valiant and mighty-- Creation of love through faith and hope. Though I was taught along the way, The most candescent star will lose its glow. |
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| TRACES I recall the day the winds came The plague of drought began to creep. Miniscule hives and colonies Scattered and surrendered beneath. Preying the earth for currents of sympathy. Freshly-grown sprigs of flowers Dehydrated and fell to naught, As once-luscious blooms fainted, And by the brittle sands were caught. On fatigued skies are grim faces painted. The warped, degenerate trunk rebels Against cruel gusts of desert air. Traces of the mighty oak only twinkle In the mind's eye with a ghastly stare. The brow of heaven furrows in wrinkle. Yet, time parallels an antidote With healing power of a miracle The cure tiptoes as a stalker With stealth, both rare and critical. Potions break from their wayward saunter. Oh! What sweet caress Of a tepid wind gently cooled! Limbs disfigured and contorted Are what I'd grown accustomed to. The unraveling of an epiphany distorted. Sunbeams reek of Almighty With illumination to resurrect. Rays dig their hands into the soil In order to rewind and correct. As the demon of death slinks and recoils. Cloud puffs boast of promise And mountains nudge the change. Aromas of wellness perforate As this malady loses its trace. The enigma of life hastens to illuminate. |
| REMORSE Remorse is emotion, Blanketed under reverse, Resorting backward, To review the spring of life, And avoid winter harvest. The skin of your teeth Is within inches of me. I lack the knowledge, But not the understanding. We'll regret this tomorrow. |
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