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 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
Metaphor
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
I thought I didn’t need metaphors to describe you

But I can’t help but notice the aspects of all blooming life

Converging and absolutely intertwined

with your sublime being

You are my world
Today,
I did nothing of much importance.
Just listened to some of my favourite tunes,
and ate a tasty lunch.
Thought of a few late retorts
that would have been useful
in an argument I had weeks ago.
Watched the pattern on the floor
made by the fractured sunlight
through the cracks in my window.
Hugged my little sister for a long time
then we talked about useless stuff
and laughed a lot.
Stubbed my toe against the furniture,
used some colourful language.
Had some melty ice cream.
Freaked out a little bit
about my life
and it’s lack of direction.
Shrugged it off
and had another scoop.
Today,
I didn’t get any work done.
Today was a filler day
But today I had some fun.
NaPoWriMo Day #21
Poetry form: List
Most imperfections cannot be seen
Much like emotions inside of a dream
Searching for what can't be found
Words are spoken without a sound
Mischievous my heart I am a sin
Floating above I become the wind
A vision of hope transformed by love
Scattering dark clouds that hang above
Spiritual energy I see the light
Surrounded by darkness shining bright
Feeling the real I can no longer fake
A child of destiny I accept my fate
Peeling back layers in search for truth
Balanced I've become from my youth
Too many treasures I long to find
I've mapped my heart to my mind
Buried deep in a fragile soul
X marks the spot I dig the hole
A blister broken battered heart
Passion infinite no end or start
Within the pain I will always grow
Into what I am an Imperfect soul...
M.A.N 4-18-14
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
Liam
they say a watched *** never boils
but my mind certainly does
and i watch it all the time
it's never out of my sight
yet it's constantly spilling its contents
in a roiled turmoil
all over my consciousness

the result is a reduction
of my state of mind
of my perspective
either a concentrated awareness
or a flavorless sludge of grey matter
it all depends on the heat applied
it all depends on evaporation

a proper chef would be attentive
a saucier of good stock
choosing quality ingredients
maintaining a simmer
avoiding a seethe
controlling condensation
distilling even pabulum to perfection
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
Liam
like a fish out of water
walking backwards upstream
grand illusion of compliance
buying nothing sight unseen

respecting their essence
detached from their path
connected in spirit
repelled by all wrath

norms without ethics
morality sans love
passion ever searching
a need to rise above

heart sinking hatred
mind numbing neglect
mountain moving greed
rarely circumspect

not infrequently i ponder
how my being was unfurled
wondering deeply in my soul
if i belong to another world
One
The world around me slows to a crawl,
No one around me knows me at all.
I look over the crowd of familiar faces,
From various times and different places.
They laugh and they play, one and another,
All with secret pains, I’m just like the others.
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