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MJG Apr 2013
beauty is as beauty does
attractive features are not because
they fall under the righteous acts
of the selfless heart
and beauty is as beauty does
because fleeting is our age
but pure giving is timeless.
and classical souls will be on stage
performing for those who watch
rendered gorgeous, but useless.
beauty is as beauty does
MJG Apr 2013
everything's just fine
the rhymes that the poets wind
they're alright, they're platonic
and the laughs are outward
and the sighs are quiet
this time, everything's fine

no use in trying to make them cry
i ask why
but gingerly turn your eyes
everythings fine, no reason
and the feelings are there
but the feelings arent rare

if things were not
if times were hot
if we were brought
to the surface
everything would be harder, and raw and coarse and real
but
here we feel that
everything's.. fine;
you lie.
MJG Apr 2013
the dewey turning of the cold to the fresh
bitter into damp
crisp into lush.

may i please take you, and tidy your mind
clear out the webs?
clear out the dust?

the sky is now cracking, the trees are all peeling
and here i will sit at my window just feeling

cool air
sweet earth
cool air
sweet earth

may i please bring you with me to find
peer out the doorframe
peer out the fortress

oh lets awaken, lets brighten, lets open, lets crack, lets shatter and start new

spring is the renaissance of our longest winters.
MJG Apr 2013
we will never be as beautiful as our hearts;
and that is our greatest feat.
but
who really loses?
MJG Apr 2013
I am troubled, you know? Well no I guess you don't but now you know.
I am deeply disturbed. No, not internally mauled, just an omnipresent unease.
I do not rest, I do not sleep, I am not tired, I cannot eat. When I do manage to do any of these things, they are not welcomed or enjoyed.
I am troubled.

I struggle.
I've thought about it for some time now, and I recoil; I revert. I don't have a distinguished path to follow and i've found this is the hollow cave in which I reside.
I choose to hide; because once I followed the light.
Trust me, that is not my problem. I can see the light, I can feel its warmth and reassurance.
I don't need a light.
I need two, three, four lights plastered on the walls to lead me to the end.

I struggle. I am troubled.
MJG Apr 2013
It is what I want to be instead,
Into your heart
inside your head.

Oh, the privilege to share the intricate pulses of your mind
and the welcoming of your feel, your touch all too real.

and all I've been, you said
is another wound, torn
across your bed.

Oh, should it hurt more than this?
or is the shattered realization
a ****** expectation
no longer a fear
only a time
bomb.
MJG Apr 2013
I walked right past you and her; and those looks of disdain.

Not in fear

Not in self preservation

Not in ignorance

No.

I walked past you because I’m not sorry
and you need to know that;

Im not sorry at all.

— The End —