Ireland    1985 -    
Closet Writer of Stuff. Lover of Photography. Instigator of Nonsense. You'll find me on Instagram too @wordsbydot
Closet Writer of Stuff. Lover of Photography. Instigator of Nonsense. You'll find me on Instagram too @wordsbydot
Jan 26

I scuffed along a dreary trail;
Lit by the orb of night.
A muted glow, grew 'neath the haze
Of fog disrupted light.

A pathway hemmed by fir and ash.
Its' silence taunts the nerves.
Your outline there, amid the trees,
My mind thought it observed.

I stalled, 'neath creaking wooden limbs,
Froze still and calm, I gazed.
It was your frame, your gait, your hair
There, ambling in the haze.

I felt you turn your face t'ward mine;
Racing heart, now in repose.
I drew in deep, your silent tale
Of why this path you chose.

I held your story in my chest
'till fog and dark did cease.
'till wary eyed, I woke and smiled
To know you're now at peace.

Jan 25

There are depths within you
To which I cannot reach.
Where water drips
and echos in an
obscure cavern.
Where each drop leaves behind
its narrative,
on the pore from which it fell.
A story untold.
The vast space makes echoes of heartbeats.
But deafening silence resonated,
the day your heart skipped but one.

#dark   #cave  
Jan 10

Polished and serene;
your vocal tones,
they soothe my stereocilia.

#love   #haiku   #fun   #you   #voice   #sound   #ears   #tone  
Jan 10

Lazy cares not for sleep,
Contrary to popular belief.
It cares not for the easy life.
Lazy is forever catching up.
Lazy cares not for rest.
Her mind is racing; exhausted.
She hurls herself over the finish line,
EVERY time...
To embrace the other procrastinators.

Jan 10

The draping curtain draws back
revealing a dimly lit set.
The cast scuffle backstage
in their daily quarrel.
I wish their din would cease.
The lights awaken,
Silhouettes of exasperated
hands come into view.

"A Comedy, it must be".
"Satire, surely, is what she needs".
"No, no, another Tragedy".
"Lets sing and dance; fill her with glee".

"Can we not do this again",
comes the voice of Reason.

Meanwhile, the protagonist;
She waits 'till the eleventh hour
to know of the script.

It's all an act, at the end of the day!

#confused   #theatre   #brain   #mind   #head   #play   #reason   #show   #conflicted  
  Dec 5 2016  Dot
Crazy Diamond Kristy

Why do we fail
to see our own beauty?
Always feeling
like an impurity.
In poetry,
I try to sort out
all the self doubt
swimming about
in my vessel of flesh.
Beauty is not skin deep.
It is found when
loving yourself complete

11-23-16 (C)

Thank you so much for the honor of the Daily! I was truly surprised, for I had just received some worrisome news. I immediately got a headache and decided to pray and write about it. My headache started to fade. I wrote a sad scribbling and logged on to HP...
When I saw my own reminder staring at me in the face in the light of all of you fine poets, I knew all would work out. Guess what, it did! I'm soooo grateful for all of you! Soon, you'll feel the love in return! I'm just really busy, so bare with me. Peace and love, friends! K:)
We are our own worst enemies. We need to learn to love ourselves, to find the beauty inside, so that we can find it in others.

Thanks for reading! K:)
Oct 28, 2016

An empty box, I wish I had
A space I long to find
Into which my heart could sing
When 'er you cross my mind

I wish a place, discrete yet vast
In this world or beyond
A portal hidden in my palm
to which love could abscond.

There safely kept, for days of rain
Spoilt not by woe nor fear
I'd call upon this excess love
When you are far from near.

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