Three years passed
And you still are
my favourite mistake.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
We are both poets;
I write between lines,
You, between lips.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Don't be scared to get a little dirt under your fingernails.
Dare to dig through the tunnels
her scars have built around her
wipe your hands when necessary -
pause - catch your breath
but keep going
Get yourself new spectacles
ensure they're clear enough to let you see the cracks
and when you do
pick and pull at them
start at the corners
they fall off more easily
watch as rock slips after rock
some heavier than others
because memories can be hard to let go of
look for the loose ones and caress them
listen to her song
let it guide you towards her
don't listen as tick follows tock
she is not a land mine
she is a hidden gem;
be gentle
when you are exhausted - sweating and panting
when the sand has huffed and puffed on your face
and doubt begins to whisper,
look at your bare feet
they no longer hurt from the miles walked
Mother Earth has painted them with strength
she has embraced them,
you are her child and
your feet are pointing forward;
Don't you dare defy them
Don't be scared to get a little dirt under your fingernails;
Dig through a few layers of society
and you will find unadulterated beauty
After you have climbed all her mountains
and swam her rivers
you will finally see
that she is not pretty
She is not confined in five letters
She is a sonnet, a love song
an unread novel
ready to be explored; liberated
ready to be alive
She is the happiness in your face
when you reach the hilltop,
an autumn breeze on a summer day,
she is the courage that it takes
to look into her eyes
and give her your lusting fingernails;
To say:
You are the true face of beauty.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC