Bailey Wallace

Bailey Wallace Feb 2012

Day 105

I awoke to Grey skies. That all day Gray.
Blissful stupor, dreamland trance, please never leave.
Kind, sweet nothings, I’ll follow these tall plays
Fill me, take me to the world of naive.

Notes build inside, longing for liberation.
The words are stolen, locked up, quelled
Bitter, sorrow filled, happiness. Infatuation?
No, doubt not, I loved. But feelings dispel

Will I always yearn, for a flirtation
Will I always yearn, O deep magic spell,
For sweet words, kisses? O blankly staring,

Stupid ceiling, stupid allegations
From my dark depths, close voices do compel
Begone, stray…For now, good dear, stop sharing.

Bailey Wallace Dec 2011

The Sinkhole

Vision Blurred from mind murmurs, I pause.
Weak so very weak, ideas -the main cause-
It starts with thought, Mine? Maybe. Theirs? Viable.
Perchance a sight sparks sources, pliable
To my forgotten fountain of words and youth.
Whatever kerosene lights false truths,
Matters not, the elicit creation
Itself boils thick blood, a gyration
Of self-exploration and daydreams.
Envision that my dear, a lonely sunbeam:
It is there! Muses dancing in the field,
Undulating excitement revealed!

The blank page beckons, the clever pen begs
To strut. Alas! Its form flutters, the dregs
Remain to tease&taun;; the restless soul
My mind murmurs, trapped, weakened: the sinkhole

Hellopoetry and I have just been introduced. This is an amazing community and one I'm proud to now be apart of. I'm young, still a little dumb, and lost in this big O'world but that is the best way to be :). This is me on a page and my first entry so be a bit gentle, but feedback and comments are more than welcome.

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