Garry: Favorites

Apr 2017 Garry

Chelsea Brooks

You're beautiful!
Your skin is so beautiful!

Those bullies are wrong, they've lied to you
Your skin is silky and smooth
It is dark as night
Where stars shine bright
Your skin is what makes you...you!

Its deep cocoa hue
its glow

You ARE beautiful
You should know

People may bully you and tear you down
But they can never take away
What stands as truth

You are beautiful
Every part of you

The words are basic, but that have much meaning for me.
As a kid I was always complimented on my skin by adults, but I grew up being made fun of for my skin color all the time by my peers, and know young teens who are constantly bullied for it. We all have beauty...and learning to love it makes life so much better!

#npmcompliment

Apr 2017 Garry

Reality

Apr 2017 Garry

rose

Reality

Sometimes reality tastes like bitter coffee
I'm trying to find the sugar

:)

#bitter #coffee #sugar #find #reality #taste

Apr 2017 Garry

Love Affair

Apr 2017 Garry

Stephen E Yocum

Love Affair

She comes to me with
seductive expectation
in her alluring grey eyes,
Bewitchingly she crawls
onto my lap, my chest.
Our mutual desire for closeness
quickening the mood
She puts her arms around my neck,
Our eyes locked in an intimate dance.
I take her beautiful face in my hands
stroking it's soft contours, as she
closes her eyes pleasurably succumbing
to the gentleness of my touch.
She begins to softly purr.

We both understand these brief
loving moments can never last,
owing to my damnable allergy to cats,
Thus, soon back outside she must ****.

As my shadow of a jealous dog herds
her out like she was an interloping stray lamb.
Part of my goal here was to tell a descriptive
story poem,with a beginning, a middle and
an ending in less than 100 words. Brevity being
the key.

Apr 2017 Garry

All Is Well

Apr 2017 Garry

Stephen E Yocum

All Is Well

The long awaited sun is
high and pleasantly warm,
The swallows have returned
and all is well in my world.

Another brief moment in
time recorded. Spring at last.

Apr 2017 Garry

Needs

Apr 2017 Garry

Stephen E Yocum

Needs

I fell headlong into
the depths of her
captivating deep
blue eyes,

Now I'm drowning
in the endless sea of her
unquenchable expectations.

Too many needy expectations
by one mate or the other is
unfair and eventually leads
to disaster. A mutual balance
is the key. Selfish "What have
you done for me lately", just
drives people away. Men are just
as guilty of this needy hedonistic
behavior. No sexism intended..

Apr 2017 Garry

Work

Apr 2017 Garry

Ryan Holden

Work

I am autumn fall lost in wind,
Elusive but enmeshed,
Blind to see the path,
Yet eyes wide open,

A poem about doing something you hate.

Apr 2017 Garry

The Upward Pointing Corners of My Mouth

Apr 2017 Garry

Adrianne Toles

The Upward Pointing Corners of My Mouth

There was beauty in the way he hurt me.
So I found others love to be ugly.

The sweet, sinful daggers he used to degrade me
I wore like a suit of armor that protected me from the world.

Now I stand in the mirror looking at the suit made of thorns
Tattered and broken
To match the remains of my heart he forgot to take with him.
I close my eyes and open them again
Waiting for this nightmare to end.
To end.
To end.
Start over.

Now I stand in my bedroom.
I am naked.
Revealed.
Hidden only from the world outside these four walls.
I closed my eyes, but did not open them,
Rubbing my hands along the hills and dips in my skin
The mountain ridges of scars
And counted every rib that felt like bars
Sealing me within myself when I just wanted to escape!

There was pain in the way he loved me,
Leaving an unfeasible idea of me loving myself.

Cause every morning I wake up and I say
“You can do it!
You don’t have to conquer Everest in a day,
But you are strong enough to get half way there!
You can do it!
Just live!
Keep breathing even when oxygen becomes so heavy your lungs collapse under the pressure.”

But then I’m standing in the mirror.
Or I’m standing in my bedroom.
Naked and broken.
Tattered and ashamed.
Tears carve their ways down my face and each drop lightly pecking the upward pointing corners of my mouth.

I wonder if he can still feel my world shake.
Because if somewhere in the world a butterfly can do the only thing they know how
And create hurricanes,
Why can't the slight tremble of my lips as I force them into a smile to prove that “I’m okay.” —
Why can’t that cause mountains to shake
And walls to crumble?
Why is it that only I fall apart?

There was destruction in the way he left me.

Apr 2017 Garry

Recycling

Apr 2017 Garry

Emmennarr

Recycling

One life's learnings distilled into a book,
The offsetting chartreuse cover
Covered with dust of decades
I seem to have forgotten
Due to my life's coming to a close.
I read the last page, hands filthy
Then drown in a final cleansing
And purification of my life.
The pages detach and evaporate;
The cover floats to a new shore
With its new sky blue hue
And human to master it.

#npmrecycle