Joyce

Feb 2016

ryn

I once professed my love to the wind...*

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.
           The way it cupped my cheeks
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured
with its playful but gentle ways.
The way it would upset
the serenity of my clothes.
          The way it would engulf me cool
on a hot sunny day.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs
and abscond with my breath.
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment
before mischievously
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.

I still profess my love to the wind...

I'd profess my adoration for the way
she fills my sails full
and my heart full of hope.
For I am a lone sailor
in a crowded ocean.
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...
Traversing time and space
with my love, my breeze...
my air.

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#love #profession #hellopoetry107

Joyce Feb 2016

Only people who want to be heard

In a lonely world.
People are busy
with doing nothing.
Walk around while
playing with their cell phones.
Talking and sending messages.
Nobody is paying attention.
Everyone is on their own.
Every day we feel
more alone.
Creating online
we like to share.
But does anyone care.
To show all places.
Making pictures
of smiling faces.
You can wait to see
how much everyone
likes you or write
nice comments so
that you can replay to.
A small digital kind
of happiness.
Is feeding you kindness.
Just a thought in mind.
There is not a lonely world.
Only people who
want to be heard.

#happiness #people #mind #kindness #share

Joyce Feb 2016

Together we move forward

As I am reading.
My mind is feeding.
My soul is feeling.
My heart is crying.
Your words they haunt me.
The more I read.
The more they please me.
Teasing my brain neurons.
Tickle my thinner skin.
Feels so alive.
When you take me in.
Into your soul
and fragile mind.
I can almost feel your
heartbeat racing.
Dark shadows chasing.
Hear you mentally breaking.
In your words
I know who you are.
You carry a heavy burden.
I can't carry it for you.
But I can pick you up.
And together we move forward.

#mind #soul #feeling #fragile #feeding

Feb 2016

James M Vines

Our True Selves

If we could open up and show what we keep inside, would others like what we would show them? Beyond our false pretenses and fake smiles, what would the world really see? Would all of our frailties be exposed and make us look weak, or would we become more human? Would the ugly and hateful self we hide in the shadows of our heart appear and repulse those who call us friend? Would the world embrace what we truly are or would it shun each of us as it saw a reflection of itself? No one can predict what would happen if our true selves came out. All that we can say for sure is that the world would be a different place than the one we create for others to see.

Feb 2016

James M Vines

Visiting My Imagination

Pink elephants and unicorns, fluffy white clouds and bunny rabbits. Leprechauns, and goblins, talking owls and purple kangaroos. Oh what things you can imagine when you really want to. To stop a moment and see such things without taking a drink, is to remember childhood wonder. In an adult world where our focus is only on what is in front of us, taking a moment to see an old imaginary friend could be quiet a wonderful thing.

Joyce Feb 2016

A soul recovers again

You see it all.
When darkness falls.
In shimmering light.
The unbearable fight.
A black deep ocean.
Redeem all shadows
of emotions.
Feel free to let tears
flow into the sea.
We can't always
be happy and
feeling joyfully.
But that's okay.
We are all human.
The deepest red
flowing through
our veins.
Revealing black pain.
A soul recovers again.

#darkness #black #ocean #shadows #unbearable

Feb 2016

James M Vines

Teaching Ignorance

You are better than them, they should give you their stuff. They talk in a funny, I am prettier than you . You are fat and I am skinny. I don't like your clothes. The examples we set show our children things they should not see. Thus the education of ignorance is fomented.