There is a glass box in the ocean
Invisible to the nautical eye
How it hides beneath the subtle waves
As the breakers and boats berate the tempest skies
For amidst the ocean of unending salt
Amidst the darkness of the currents below
There is only this
An ounce of freshwater in a box of glass
Unfound, both in and of itself
How it will ever preserve and still outlast
I never expected to be the woman cauled in grace,
the tall beauty who caught herself in movement
elegant enough to make her a force of nature.
I drift through life like a leaf on water,
aimless and carefree. Words of ruth
tumble from me like a wolf howling in vain,
desperate to be heard. My youth has stained
the derailed girl I was when I was old.
Those crumbling bones were wrapped up
in an unexpected life - bones growing
into momentous trees, dancing
among the clouds like skyscrapers. I am
the floating girl wearing red in a sea
of black, melding and merging with the world
like the ever-changing depth of dappling light.
I am the beauty in a whirlpool of chaos, floating
out into the ocean, washing out to sea,
leaving only my handprints in the dust
and a train of thought woven
with the realisation of who I truly am.
Your hurricane heart blew into my life at an outrageous speed.
At the rate of 26 years per kiss, you blasted through my walls
and wiped out all previous heartaches
I'd ever sought shelter from.
Your wind uprooted all I have known as typical of boys
and planted the seeds of men
to show me that to love is to have true strength.
My shingles were weathered, claimed to be made
to withstand someone like you,
but at the first sight of you I ripped the nails out myself.
After a long, dreadful winter
filled with sadness and despair,
it is quite nice to see the sun
and have it kiss your cheek
And awaking every morning
to the sound of small birds
singing out to you
has a way of putting a smile
to your face.
And the feeling of fresh air
filling your lungs with each breath
let's you know that good times
are coming your way.
I have been out of this website
To get some focus on my goal
Now I have returned to this platform
The look is changed, with the same soul
I love to spend my time on this club,
Full of really special bunch of poem makers
You can now start a conversation with anyone
This poem will help you as the ice breakers
A poet's supposed to only post poetry
If I try to do anything different under a pseudonym
They'd know it's me
They're not too dim
To shine a light on similarity
Between two varying laugh tracks despite all the hilarity
Been getting down to brass tax with a microscope
I could read the fine print even if both my eyes were closed
So tie the rope tightly around your own necks
As I work far outside of my trajectory from how I make the bow flex
If I was Archie mixed with Cupid
Follow an arrows arc like an archery marksman whose targets are Betty and Veronica's beating hearts
And when they get hit,
They both fall pretty hard
And meet me in my back yard where I get their backs archin'
Point is, I've got precision aim
When I'm shooting for emotions
Make you never feel a thing
Make you clear minded and focused
Let you all in on my pain
Have you buzzin' like a locust
Are like as if
It had occurred to us
Before... Forcing us
Haven't I had this before?
Aren't they familiar?
Is life a repeating
Cycle of thoughts
Some so fresh
A bit of taste as we
Have tasted before
in the past
in any other lives??
Can we be strangers again?
Can we start over?
Let me introduce myself perhaps not so awkward this time.
We can laugh and talk and cry at the same things.
And relearn what we already know.
And create new memories.
And give each other
A second chance.
A chance to forgive, forget.
And a chance to love again.
Where I met allure
she was my craft inured
that round my futon
when her neck was born
ready her an all nighter
with vita relinquished
uproariously keen in swelter
but really resurrected platitude
a scorcher for sure
and dreams whetted with desire
while attire was crumpling
here round my dumpling
the weather most attested her rap
that I'd relish her bare
much than sympathy again
always tile her spree.