She reveals herself to me,
the most beautiful
colors of the rainbow,
roses and pinks
with a hint of sienna,
a full-shaped flower,
Her inviting delicate-fingers
caress moist petals,
playing my tempo
with her seductive voice.
She is an instant inked attraction,
stimulating my wanton appetite
with such actions,
I cannot wait to be whetted.
A rainbow against my,
It bounces back just down the,
With a tremendous leap and being very,
I keep it from the rainbow snatchers who,
Curses after me with,
Here I lay
Oscillating around the milky way
Into a colourful display
Of swirling rainbow fireworks
Surrounded on both sides
By soft warm palettes
Peach apricot hues
On my left
A firefly's faint glowing light
Almost fading, one could tell
Like a bowl
Of hot creamy soup
On a frosty winter night
Emptied so quickly
But relished throughout
Of velvety warmth within
On my right
A goldfish's glistening scales
Almost blinds my sight
Its stunning beauty insulted
By the inverted dome-shaped
Of a bowl
By the ephemeral allure
Of love, and of us
By the ruse of creatures
Who corner us
With towering walls of Time
Using help from the impartial
Law of Equality
"You have revelled
in your joy,"
A voice from behind booms
"Now it's time
to pay the price."
beauty, represented by the goldfish, is bound by time.
...and sometimes it seems as if the troubles we go through are but payments for the happiness we previously received.
The Frustration Is driving me insane
I thought I was Abel then turned out to be Cain
Sometimes I just want to step in front of a train but
that would be to easy these days seem so much the same
Patience is a virtue yet I'm frustrated and may hurt you
only to feel bad because the human in me hurts too
My quest for happiness is like a trek to find the end of a rainbow
I've lost my light and my path I don't know which way to go.
Seems a lot of people would like to see me fail and
well I've done just that since my boat has set sail
It's a wonder I'm still afloat seems it's not my time to die
I can't even control emotion at random moments I cry
Abused, abandoned, I wouldn't pay my own ransom
I'm damaged, unrepairable, yet somewhat handsome
Life threw me a fastball and I struck out every time
my days consist of nothing No wonder I learned to rhyme
trying to climb my way out of my hole hoping this may be my gold
I haven't accomplished much of anything at 23 years old
Yes, I've wrote a bunch of non sense
but to my name I have not one cents
I'm actually in debt for sharing my two cents.
College is my blueprint
My life is like a comedy I, myself laugh maniacally
at one point someone thought I was inspiring.
I write and smoke a lot hoping to ease this stress
as I feel the rope tightening around my neck
The lightning bolts my only hope the reason I log on
if you didn't give me strength there's no way I could write on...
Thank you to everyone for your support and love
it goes along way.
Oh my doll of joy and fury
Glee my twinkle in you
Fly my wings in you
Fill my feelings in you
Reach my run in you
Stand my knees with yours
Pleasure my peeks for you
Intimate my fantasy for you
Please my problems praying for you
Color me O rainbow
Bond me O beauty!
Last me ever in you Dear!
You can be..
A doctor, teacher, lawyer.
And still be struggling.
Who hadn't struggle?
You can be preacher, judge, lover?
And still be struggling?
Again, ask yourself?
Who hadn't struggle?
Life of happiness eventually will find you.
It seems to always do.
The potential to feel satisfaction will come.
It just depends when it will effect you.
Just loving is struggle.
Just living is a struggle.
But through all your troubles, there's a golden rainbow.
Shining brighter than it ever has before.
Alerting you that your luck of joy will last from that moment, when you decides to struggle no more.
So now the knife
has finally drilled through your protections,
like a bird with a diamond beak pecking at wood
again and again, until
it extracts what it was striving towards
the whole time.
You have brought up your reserve shields,
your last line of defense, and who
could blame you?
Not I, though,
like a king protecting his life
by building a fortress and then
living in its safety,
you have seemingly constructed strong walls
shutting the world out, until
I cannot see you, only the fortress and
your warm voice is poorly mimicked
by cold echoes from the stone.
The world thinks
you have locked them out, and yet
such is the image you project,
like a desert mirage,
and I would have sworn it was real, until
you let me come closer
and I touched you.
You are not the coward king, hiding
from the world and all
that might harm you, no. You
are the lion-tamer whose lion
has turned rabid, who locks herself in
and builds walls and will fight
until you are bloody and tired
until it is safe for you to open the cage
and break down the walls
without your lion hurting those
you hold dear.
You build your concrete walls, you
close everything up and
you narrow them, until
only you and your lion remain
and they look like a coffin.
My wish for you is not
only that you will emerge alive, but that
you will not let this be a coffin
even a temporary one.
let this be your chrysalis.
I know you are strong enough to battle
and finally emerge, triumphant
resplendent in new colors, maybe
the green-hued rainbow of fading bruises,
but still beautiful.
The walls will come down and you
will slowly reappear,
even stronger and ready
Follow-up poem to November: hellopoetry.com/poem/november-55/
I was hatched not Borned. I crawled from under a rocky moss in the darkest of forests. Where no tree was ever heard falling. Where sunlight in it's eeriest form would creep in through the treetops, never touching ground. There I was born and should have remained, in the cool damp darkness of the forest.
I had roots buried deep by a lake. Raising my arms high into the sky I left that place uprooted like wings to land here, where I am. And should never be.
My fort was burned to cinders today. Smoke, charred lumber remains amongst the ashes. Where we all began. Where I shall return.
I may have been the impish wood nymph who teased you in my forest, where people would come to play. Some settled within my hallows taking what once was, my haven.
I have discovered I am and was nothing. Thinking so well of myself and others. Lost for such a long time. Like eons.
A day came & light shined so brightly it blinded me. Skin pale now darkening. Warmth my heart had never imagined. Today all of that was merely just that. What I could have never imagined. The non existence of love something my sight my heart has never seen. Now lost unable to let go of what was simply a dream.
The time has come to leave the light of this place. To roam throughout space, endless, timeless, nothing tangible or real.
That is my place, my haven of havens where dreams are realized for being just that. Dreams
I bid to all fondest goodbyes, look to the stars, look to the skies. There I will be forever unseen to the human eye. Watching over you.
How could I ever had wanted more, one so underserved. How arrogant to ask for anything. Especially love, more so, your love. That which was not mine to take, nor yours to offer. How I wanted that warming ember, that chilling spine tingling sensation your eyes gave me. Like a greedy ogre seeing light for the first time. Something precious, vibrant new. Transforming me into something I had always wished to be. Simply loved, no longer alone, afraid. A dream beyond dreams. Now a nightmare of humiliation fear hate and anger. If this never existed, then why should I ?
Words written from the eyes of a child. Who once saw things with such amazement and wondrous awe. A child who danced and sang in the fields of flowers, skies of rainbows, laughter & light.
Tackled, shackled, beaten to darkness. Waking with loss of all the childish wonder. Seeing things so differently. No songs or music, no rainbow skies or laughter heard or seen again. Then she came. I peered from the darkness in fear. Catching a glimpse of the sparkle in her eyes. Left mesmerized, warm wanting more. Slithering from the darkness I crept behind. Touched her hand. She, looking down, smiled and lifted me to my feet. The first time I have seen eye to eye in time lost I cannot remember when last. I, we reveled in this passionate embrace. Seeing a lifetime in front of me of love, freedom to be just me. No eyes straining. A hand so soft warm and comforting touching my face. Giving me life.
Today I woke to discover. This was my own illusion. My own to desire to be loved as I once was a child. All taken away by this illusion, perhaps my childish delusions that one like me could me loved, as I have loved you. I look in the mirror, you no longer looking back at me from behind. Faded like a wisp of smoke. I discover, you never were. Just my own illusion.
A girl of only twenty two caught herself on fire
We passed by her in the Outdoors section of a convenience store
She was staring at lamps and tents and asking which is a better conductor of heat
All she got back in response was that they heat up fast and that you have to be careful with tents because of their flammable material
She splurged on all of them
Her cart was full of tents and lamps and, from what we could see, propane and cleaning liquids
It was like God had jumped inside the cart himself and made his very own rainbow from a building that never saw rain, and the only shine it got was from the glowing of polished tiles from extra, bright ceiling lights
You asked where she was going camping
She told you somewhere no one should ever want to go
You got confused then and since you couldn't find anything else to say, you smiled and spit out that you liked her blouse
She didn't say thank you, only nodded and made her way for the checkout lane
while we proceeded to make our way for cake batter and orange juice with pulp
The next morning we woke up with an urge to turn on the news,
See what the latest sad stories were this week
and the stories were always incredibly sad, only reminding us that that's why the news isn't good for our already aching heads
But we couldn't shut it off because the one heading this morning's breakfast was of a girl camping who had had an extreme amount of flammables and matches, lamps, tents, the whole nine yards
The reporter, a handsome man with black eyes, told that investigators are marking it as a suicide
and that she'd left a note stating to give the blue blouse folded on the passenger seat
to the girl who said she liked it at the convenience store the day before
I was appalled,
You were smiling and reaching for the keys
I dreamt in every shade of grey,
A world of darkness,
A universe of black .
Little did I know you were a painter.
You hung canvases in my soul
And drew stars in my eyes.
You are the rainbow
In my world of black and white.