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 Jul 2014 Karen Porter
pam
"Truth will set you free"
"Truth will set us free"

is that real? is that true
truth will set us free? maybe
but tell me

am i suppose to believe that if im trapped?
trapped because of the truth?

TRUTH WILL SET US FREE?

then why am i trapped in this lonely world full of truths
why am i trapped in this mind full of truths
why am i suffering because i know the truth
why am i hurt
why cant i find my way out even though i know the truth
why is the truth hurting me so much, that it wont let me go away
why?
why am i trapped?
why am i trapped if the truth will set us free

The truth will set us free, or.....*not
- PD
children!
this is me, Onomatopoeia!
I never surprise the waiting eyes;
I only fall into the echoing ears.
Children!
I patter in the ground,
and on the roof around.
children!
I do buzz when the bees
fly to and fro, over the trees.
children!
I sing something sweet
when the birds play upon the flute.
children!
I rhyme in the meadows
when the crickets chant under the bushes.
Children!
I am Onomatompoeia,
the sound, the chime, the melody,
all like me, I am a flapping butterfly.
 Jul 2014 Karen Porter
Stellar
Do you ever just stare
at a space of nothingness
then your heart starts to cringe
and all of a sudden
you felt  vulnerable,
you felt  human


DO  *YOU?
You
I'm touched by your sadness.
The eyes so warm, your smile so tender -
but the fire burned to embers ~
and as much as I'd like to reignite,
I cannot reach out to you.
A chilling gale, unrelenting,
blows against my face.
So I wrap my arms around your bare chest and rest
my cheeks against your back.
These moments, where you feel so close...
you are so far gone, ahead in heart and years...
So I gift you my warmth and watch
your sleep, feeling colder
with every breath I take.
How can someone as wise as you not know?
That the eye of the storm is serene,
but also chilling to the bone.
Deep down I know, we are the same,
you and I...

I'm in love with your smell,
your smile, your eyes, your mind.
And so I squeeze these lines
out of my soul wishing you
would find, so wishing...

We are like the moon and the sun.
Meant to encircle one another
in eternal dance
forever out of reach
never to touch...


Dependant on your light to shine
A slave to your gravity
In love with my best friend. I wish it could change.
You, little one, brought so much joy,
You were more than a beautiful toy.
You turned sadness into laughter,
You just made our lives brighter.

Maybe for some, you were nothing.
But, hey!  For me, you were a darling.
I loved the way you looked at me,
It seemed like I am your best buddy.

Oh what a jolly pet you were to us!
But now you are gone, turning into dust.
I hated the way you suffered,
I was hoping your days weren't numbered.

Little one, you will surely be remembered.
I will treasure the love you offered.
And though it was a painful goodbye,
you still left me a look with a lullaby.
This poem is dedicated to my puppy who just passed away.
 Jul 2014 Karen Porter
bxtch
these three words
In my head
keep screaming
I love you
But i can't
see how
you'd be
Into someone
like me

— The End —