john-destalo
55/M/Harrisburg, PA
I am human. I consider myself an expressionist. I explore through my words what it is to be human. I try to create depth through the use of small and simple words. I am frequently inspired by the art of others (paintings, sculpture, music, etc.).
soon there will be leaves
growing everywhere
hiding the desperate beauty
of these raw emotions
the crisscrossing chaos
the aching naked
vulnerability
of exposing more
of themselves
during the coldest months
I feel alive
when I walk
amongst them
they speak to me
they speak for me
outwardly I will
enjoy the leaves
but inside I will be
waiting for them to fall
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:44 PM UTC
we never had
the chance
to recover
to speak to
each other
privately
about our
divergent paths
one adult
to another
to reach an
understanding
of our loving
mistakes
to show our
scars and share
our stories
it was late
the night she
said goodbye
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
she remembered
she had a dream
or was it a thought
it can be hard
to distinguish
the goings on
in the mind
everything can
seem so real
the bipolar pendulum
swings between
perfection and
destruction
her room is
always being
remodeled
trying to be
the first to discover
the myth named
balance
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
I shed myself
all over you
black marks of magic
that create meanings
in the way they connect
they were secrets
when they only
existed inside of me
but you give them
the means to live
you give me a life
oh sweet paper!
the child of wood
you carry my soul
all over you
please don’t lose me
I don’t want to be
lost again
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
little one
you roar
like a lion
roaming free
the world
shivers when
they hear you
they know
you cannot be
contained or
constrained
you will
conquer
all your fears
and rule
whatever world
you choose to
inhabit
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
we tiptoe
the fresh water
the cold first
day of spring
we feel the goose
bumps grow
rising up our
legs into our
speeding hearts
our hands
desire to speak
their first words
but they have
not learned
a language
so we remain
still and smile
knowing
something
is changing
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
I want to be the echo
the powerful remains
of the last word
spoken
deeper than a memory
I want to be
that which becomes
a disturbing sensation
that stays in your brain
and cannot be named
and reminds you
that something was
lost in the chaos
you created
but you won’t know
what it was
you had your chance
you made your choice
you have to live
with me, the echo
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
oh my words
capable of such beauty
describing peace on earth
and good will toward all
how can they treat you like this
using you to corrupt minds
telling so many lies
as if the words are lies
the lies do not exist in the words
they exist in the minds
and the mouths
and now the fingers
of the corruptors
they infect the words
with a virus
make them sickly
my heart bleeds for them
they do not want to be used
in this way
I hear them cry out to me
each time I try to sleep
do not abuse me
please help me
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
we hold hands
create a connection
function as one
large being
one heart
one soul
one mind
we feel the energy
an invigorating force
sharing one life
we reach up
through the layer
above us
gain the vision
of the eagle
see across time
and space
into the meaning
of everything
it leaves us
wordless
we take a
vow of silence
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC
it is not easy
to break patterns
a human is complex
the whole is more
than the sum
of the parts
and what are
the parts anyway
mind
body
soul
memories
fantasies
dreams
thoughts
feelings
instincts
if we can’t
really define
ourselves
how can we
change ourselves
purposefully
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC