love is a lifetime of examples of how we can overcome our fears, worries, and doubts.
It is invisible but can be seen, it is intangible but can be felt,
it is inaudible but you know it when you hear it.
at times it can seem to be extinct, and others make you as euphoric as the most powerful drug.
in the end it is only you who can choose to let it in, push it away, or accept it
Strang thing called love, none can point to it but it is all around but it is deadly as beautiful
What happened to your eyes?
Blankness was residing in them
A force field built around your perimeter
Their protection of you my condemn
I kept hoping for approval
Some sign of validation
Yet you had nothing for me
Only a serving of rejection
Gluing your eyes to an animated screen
Shutting out the action around you
I being caught in the mix
My insecurities coming to a brew
So now I'm the invisible woman
Transported to a state of sullen
My feel goods suddenly taken
Hopes for your love disheartened
I lag behind
I noticed that I've become
A husk of who I was.
A void in the night.
Outshone by the light.
I feel so empty,
Like a thought of the past.
I'm in another dimension,
A wall of words separate us.
A chasm of words unsaid.
Lost words they are,
Just like me:
A shadow of the past.
One of my buddies/peers told the CCA group at whole that she felt 'like a shadow' during ourhat of fears time. I thereby dedicate this poem to her.
If you're reading this,
Which you shouldn't be,
I just wanted to say,
You don't need me.
I really want to write more but I should try limiting the words and see where that brings me ahhhhhh I will write another poem that continues this but this will be set aside as the paragraph that should be said for the trials of the Voice Acting in the project that I will be opening in October.
You could look for me in every corner of earth
and never find me.
Even if all the world were glass
and the water clear,
even if you and I were the only ones
in a white plane outside of space and time,
I could be in front of you, invisible,
just out of reach.
As you search with arms outstretched,
and I, about to smile my smug smile,
winner of my own game, I falter —
because things could have been so different.
I want to go home
I hate this feeling
I don't want to do this
I really wish I weren't me
It would be a lie to say I feel invisible
I feel painfully seen and ignored
All we do is run
away from the monsters
that point their guns
then blow a kiss,
and walk away like
original poetry written in September of 2018
With so many people in all the wild world at once it would seem that none are special. But it is your time, so precious you spend with the ones that makes them important to you. You spend your time, limited by your life that you might tame the ones you choose from their wild world. When they are tamed they become unique to you in all the wild world, and even when they are invisable from you it is only with your heart you can see them rightly.
The ones we invite in, the ones we make special to us can hurt us the most and even in the hurt we try to find love
There’s more where that came from
There’s more behind the scene
When I once had a dream
(this is the scenic route)
I carry more than you see. My dreams are bigger than me.