Impressive to the eye.
Different from all the flowers of this planet.
Somehow beautiful and dangerous at the same time.
Your flowers so large to pull me in.
The fragrance of your being I can feel across the largest of rooms.
An addictive power that comes out your every cell.
I know if I get to close, I may never leave.
Why are you so addictive? why can I not look away?
My mind tells me to be careful of you and, my heart tells me not to resist.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Has no man told you of your beauty?
Have you not known of your heart and soul so different?
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
To feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Even in the light,
it's my shadows that speak the truth.
I see the look in your eyes, and see only shadows.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
A space once so full of warmth and light, now so cold.
look and you will see just a drop of light,
Light that can start everything...
Room to live?
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
A problem with reflection is
it always tells the truth.
Do I throw away the mirror
or, just look away?
Is what looking back at me from or within?
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
That's the thing about unhappiness.
All it takes is something worse to come along
and you realize it was happiness after all.
QE II
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
To the man with many secrets.
You speak with poems of life.
Words that tell of great loss.
Words that give you pain, agony and torcher each day.
You have the power to see light,
the power that only you can give yourself.
Words of light are waiting for you.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
The deadliest fires bring not only devastation.
There comes a never ending trail of destruction of the mind.
Once a beautiful forest.
A forest once full of hope and beauty now gone.
A lush and beautiful forest Replaced with never ending pain.
It looked, it felt , it was now ash.
Look once more, forward not back.
Out of ash, the richest soils.
Soils now so ready for life.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
Look into the mirror
not at the mirror.
look into the soul and you will see.
See the beauty that you have overlooked before.
The past has molded not for pain but learned lessons.
Hard lessons that have hurt so deeply not knowing, have built
A soul that only the pain has now transformed you, into
who you are.
Now look to your side and see who is standing next to you.
Look at the mirror and see two.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC