Her scales-
A delicate balance
Between lust&grace
And a fatal endless agony
Smooth to the touch
Thick as the fear and desire
Her forked tongue tastes
In the air.
She’s beautiful
And she’s got her sights set on you.
She’s poised
Statuesque
But before you know it
She strikes
Leaving you
Without the hope of survival.
In the end, there’s just
Me
Allow yourself to see it from my view:
Love is something you lose yourself in
Regret is when you realize, too late that
Everything has changed
And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.
Dreams are haunting your waking hours with
Yearning, but nothing can be changed.
Go on, move forward. There’s
Only so much more that can be done when
Never means forever and
Everything we had is lost.
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
She wanted to see the world
See the ocean crashing on foreign sands,
The architecture of religion,
Accents in the cafes.
She promised to see the world
Dine with the Queen
Safari, Sahara, Sayonara
A journey from North America to anywhere else…
But her passport was expired.
Don’t look.
Just walk right by-
Quickly
Before your eyes lock
On the reflection
That isn’t yours.
She looks like you,
But she’s grinning a toothy smile
While your lips are pressed tight.
Her gaze holds you-
And before you know it
You’re leaning closer…
Hands reach out from the glass
Grab you
Force your head to make impact with the mirror-
Shattering
Rings in your ears as
Your
World
Crashes
Down
Around
You…
As we stand in a room of puzzles
No puzzle more intricate than us
With your eyes trained on me
Searching for a reaction
But what am I supposed to do?
You always had a way
To make my knees weak with lust
You always had a way
But what am I supposed to do?
Searching for a reaction
With your eyes trained on me
No puzzle more intricate than us
As we stand in a room of puzzles.
She knows me
For she shows me
How I should be
How I could be.
And she’s caught me
And she’s taught me
What I could know
What I should know.
But here I am,
Alone, I am-
So I’ll cry (not for a lover)
For my mother.
A child’s mind cracked open wide
For learning and growing
Walking all alone, their own stride
With confidence showing.
But soon they will grow much too big
And forget their own self.
They will have to search hard and dig,
Wiping dust off the shelf.
They will look back with a smile
On all the things they learned-
How could they forget? A long while…
My, how the tables turned!
http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 25. Catching up! 😉
Spring is like a perhaps hand
With fine lines that grow
After white Winter has thawed
To create warmth
And defrost you.
This hand creates life
When touching nature
And perhaps will bring smiles to pleasant neighbors.
This hand is weathered
And perhaps quite old,
But this hand brings us youth annually.
Yes, perhaps Spring is like a hand.
I am participating in NaPoWriMo 2013! If you’d like to participate, feel free to check out the link here: http://www.napowrimo.net/
For today’s challenge, the first line is from a poem by e.e. cummings that can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15407
Don’t fret, I will not just be posting poems because I like to mix it up, so I’ll be sure to post some other things as well 🙂 I’m excited to participate in NaPoWriMo! Thank you all for joining me on this journey 😉
We are born with it
And grow with it
It helps us discover new pleasures
And worlds
We never knew existed
Our worlds become corrupt
Poisoning our minds with reality
As we grow older
Until we cannot see the fantasy world
Of our past
Our rose colored glasses
Have turned gray
And we have lost it
Until it finds our children
When they are brought
Into a brand new world.