Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
lora-leePoems
I have found it. That certain circular way of being I was looking                 for it,                      so hard my soul in turmoil one slight scratch under smiling surface and I would become a sculpture made of wax                 melting at the slightest wisp of breath burning ,                mercilessly at certain words                 forming from your mouth, your mouth— that has placed itself upon me so many times on our mutual faraway cliffs that no-time-zone meeting point above stars, in other universes      and believe me. Nobody can live this way, suffering for the want of an uncontrollable urge to be           so             very loved So I have found it. My way back to balance it was in your voice and my own together mingling clear lines of phone cut through soul tingling I now take this lotus, planted in my being since birth, and hold my stance prepare to                perform the sacred dance a mandala-painted halo around my crown a holy stone in each hand,           buoying my spirit, anxiety down stones I will never cast upon you because you are forever me              even as I take my heart with two hands and return it, still aflame, into            my                  chest
0
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Return of a Burning Heart
I have found it. That certain circular way of being I was looking                 for it,                      so hard my soul in turmoil one slight scratch under smiling surface and I would become a sculpture made of wax                 melting at the slightest wisp of breath burning ,                mercilessly at certain words                 forming from your mouth, your mouth— that has placed itself upon me so many times on our mutual faraway cliffs that no-time-zone meeting point above stars, in other universes      and believe me. Nobody can live this way, suffering for the want of an uncontrollable urge to be           so             very loved So I have found it. My way back to balance it was in your voice and my own together mingling clear lines of phone cut through soul tingling I now take this lotus, planted in my being since birth, and hold my stance prepare to                perform the sacred dance a mandala-painted halo around my crown a holy stone in each hand,           buoying my spirit, anxiety down stones I will never cast upon you because you are forever me              even as I take my heart with two hands and return it, still aflame, into            my                  chest
lora-lee
Written by
lora-lee
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem