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Sep 2015 Hilldene

Scar

Sep 2015 Hilldene

Akira

Scar

He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back

Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful

#love #beautiful #yourself #masterpiece

Sep 2015 Hilldene

POEM 48

Sep 2015 Hilldene

Aztec Warrior

POEM 48

Silence Part 1

These walls speak of books
neatly aligned in rows
on wooden shelves;
pictures hang in portraits
and city scenes;
while the sun enters
through cracked windows
weaving rainbows,
as nervous dust particles
move haphazardly
here and there.
Yet, with all this motion
and occupied space,
emptiness fills this room
except for distant shadows of you.*

*8/18/11

first in a series written a while ago...

Sep 2015 Hilldene

POEM 49

Sep 2015 Hilldene

Aztec Warrior

POEM 49

Silence Part 2

I sit thinking,
pen in hand, and wonder
why conversations,
once held,
filled my room
with words, metaphors,
innuendo
have mysteriously disappeared,
seeping innocuously
into the cracks of the wall.
Hidden there, I am unable
to coax them out.

8.18.11

2nd in this series....

Sep 2015 Hilldene

POEM 50

Sep 2015 Hilldene

Aztec Warrior

POEM 50

Silence Part 3

Sitting here thinking,
pen laying across the page,
waiting for words
to announce themselves
with something profound to say.
Instead
I count the rain
splattering on the window
until I realize
this will be
another wordless day.

8.18.11

another in this series...

Sep 2015 Hilldene

POEM 51

Sep 2015 Hilldene

Aztec Warrior

POEM 51

Silence Part 4

I am not sure
where conversation has gone.
How it disappeared in the shadows
wandering this room.

Words, thousands and thousands
once flowed between us,
creating friendship,
innuendo,
mystery.

Words, thousands and thousands
once spoke art,
poetry,
the conditions of life;
now they are drapped
over a limb
looking surreal
and found only in dreams,
or heard rustling in the wind
as they fade into smoky mist.

Silence speaks loudest
as you near sleep;
as your mind
holds its breath
against the darkness,
where words no longer exist.

8.18.11

last in this series on loneliness, sadness and loss of a friend...

Sep 2015 Hilldene

My Life

Sep 2015 Hilldene

Adele

My Life

I breathe a sea of emotions
I am the painter of the vast sky
The sun and the moon
whispers each memory
when I close and open my eyes
I rise with the mountains
and drown beneath the ocean's time
I fly with the birds
and dance with the trees
I see the air's breath
through its gentle breeze
I was born from one's history
and died from a subtle knife
I might reborn
after a very long time
Just read my words
and listen to the music of my heart

My life is a song

of endless poetry.

(c) Adele

Sep 2015 Hilldene

The sparkle in the dark

Sep 2015 Hilldene

brandon nagley

The sparkle in the dark

i.

She hath given me a home
Sent by God she was;
Unearthly, to men unknown.

ii.

She hath breathed the breathe
Of life;
Wherein all is right.

iii.

She showeth me day
In mine dismay;
She's the sparkle to me, at night.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

#sparkle #happiness #light #soulmates #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #gods-angel