emerald linen edged with jade a book titled with my name
and it’s heavy.
i flip through the pages but they’re blank.
or maybe they’re written in a way i cannot see
or maybe it was never written at all.
or maybe it’s a reflection, an empty book, an empty me.
& maybe I’ll write it someday.
I had the pleasure of working with Boi again! This time I shared my poem and he gave me some awesome ideas for adding more concrete images into the poem. If you'd like to check out Boi's awesome work, you can find it here: https://hellopoetry.com/swoopingevil/
Thank you, Boi!
a book with my name on it. i flip through the pages.
but they're blank
or maybe i just can't read them or maybe it was never written and maybe i'll write it one day.
I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth Mine was made of diamond, sapphire, ruby, and jade Far more precious than those spoons of silver and gold Because I didn't know money But I knew love The most precious gem that you can't buy
Speak When you speak I see cascades of life. Life and light tend to look the same. Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water. When you speak I feel heat. You have yet to burn me. You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire yet to blaze. When you speak I smell salt water. Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing. The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately calm surface. When you speak I taste loneliness. Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines. I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering cold, rusty, metal walls When you speak I hear midnight. You know how to play the silences. I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating. Whisper or shout speak to me againHole in my heart Speak Karijinbba Beloved!
Never had a problem speaking was friendly yet cautious--bit shy when meeting people who seemed to have me under a microscope as an adult yet still enjoyed listening to them speak my true love was my best teacher in the above but he never hung around long enough to break the ice nor he just poped the question I was to beg cry sing for him ask him to marry me but I was a hybrid ET Cindi couldn't order the mice to help me out much less ask a king to be mine i observed body language what they say and not say i deciphered the in betweens the thing NOT revealed All gets recorded in our memory bank. As a child I was silenced in a nunnery five years not allowed to speak but only with Yes or No by an evil nun as a hate crime.a form of turture The subconscious sees hears feels tastes eats drinks it all-it's our photografic memory recorder for everything good and. bad! We get to experience, right? the tangible and intangible things we are that thing which God created in his image I did learn to Speak read even other languages in time i overcame that grip of evil, uderdtanding the beauty and ugliness in SIlence!. By the way Karijin my poetic nick name is a lovely hole in Australia it looks like a woomb giving birth to blue waters a honeymoon trip I missed along with my beloved groom Pc/rk. ~All tights received.~
Frightening cold is the grim of night Tightened soft shoulders I noticed, glanced upon hers Her head shaken's loosely as she begins to sway side to side Arm's raised, she begins to make the stance and the people move
Hopping from one gallant twirl to the other The muse move's her like a puppet of song Graceful is light of the night
"What's your name, where you from" Bold green jaded eyes, she speaks Insignificant details I reckon, how?
"2 hours a day, in my room" she replied Hard work pays truly pays off, I thought So many different bright lights strobed through this land
Though, There was only one in my eyes, That shined brightest through the dark
I had a great time at EDC this year, meeting lots of new people and bonding with a few of old.
Jade is very lucky man a man people treat with value a man people will **** for A man people cherish A man with everyhtig anyone could wish for, A man of value, life, happiness. A man people will do anything to get Jade is a very unlucky man A man with no life. A man of no understanding of life a simple stone a man that has no experience of life A proud man who just waits for people to fight for it A man who indirectly kills A man with no thoughts or imagination for he is treated like a god Jade is created by humans, nourished by humans and destroyed by human What an unlucky man jade is However, jade has a very undemanding life he does not have to obey any human being it is not obliged to any human free, easy and peaceful. Jade is a man that is lucky Jade is a man that is unlucky Jade is a man with an undemanding life because it has no breathe like that of a man
I haven’t something strong enough To break your jaded heart But maybe if I shine bright And your colors dance beneath my light You’ll understand despite the stone How beautiful I think you are
I have a very amazing partner who has gone through some things in their life. As a result they have grown hardened to certain things. Despite that, even so, they are beyond one of the most beautiful beings I've ever had the pleasure of converging with. If I never find the words to truly convey how I feel about them, I would gladly spend the foreseeable future, at the very least, trying my best.
these small things that lead us further into the fog, closer to the moths, attached at the hip, nothing new. nothing blue, always red.
your guitar rips through the navy skyline, alerting the stars of war, violet mornings creeping over the trees as sleep envelops your eyes. i've dreamed of something like this, but i got more than i asked for.
i'd never go back. i'd never go back to that place where you don't exist, the dark, the damp, the treacherous. becoming a threat, was the purple leaves and blinding snow.
but the next morning was lined with amnesia, we both forgave;
It takes a great deal out of you to admit you're wrong. We don't ever like to own up to it. Being wrong isn't on anyone's bucket-list. (At least no one's I know) I will say one pro of any apologetic situation: It is a terrific weapon. A decent apology can bring most anybody to their knees. Frankly, I think we should all relish the opportunity. Make amends for losing the battle, and as a result win the war. However don't take this weapon lightly. It will jade you. Ruin your concept of sincerity. Not just for yourself, but for others. We must never forget that sometimes we really are Sorry. I apologize, dear friend, I seem to have ruined your dinner party with all my talk of apology.
A cynical look at the difficult task of apologizing.