You will not Feebly try to waft My attention away, Nor use inebriant half no's To divert mine intent, No slack jawed half closed unfocused Gaze will look searching My face from a haphazard pillow,
For I will not permit That easy excuse, Nor will I be a Half memory or an “Oh that happened - again" There will be no groggy awakening Thick with the night before's effect To face a morning guilt or shame, Oh no... Not this time,
This time amidst The trees and dark Your every sense Will know the path We tread, And not by map nor memory, For none before ever felt like this, And there are no maps on page or screen That show or describe the delicious Delight of our destination,
So all unknown Dreamed half of, Yearned for in That sense of "there must be more", And here it is, Alive and true and happening not in a screen near by But you,
A you who is free Of alcohol and drug, A you who's mind is clear, A you who is party to what may follow, A you who adores not endures the Anticipation the foreplay And the game Above all a you who takes full part, Who says yes because she's asked,
There's an elusive thing I'm trying to capture - every poem does I guess. Maybe the reader can judge my success
I know I'm that someone, Who's really hard to handle! But hurting someone, Is never my intention!
I'm way to staright forward, when it comes to expressing emotions, My words come out of my mouth, Just like a slippery lotion!
I'm sorry to each and everyone out there, for being so blunt, I really did not imagined that, it looked like, I had flaunt!
This poem is not to show off, It's from a revee, It's just a poem which I wrote yesterday, out of my believe!
It's never to late to say sorry, & mean it! #lotsoflove❤️ (Glossary help: *revee: revee is a sweet girl who has a sensitive heart. she will sometimes act like she is tough but on the inside she is absolutely soft.)
Coming up at my face in charcoal, embossed, in canvas, then hung That’s cast anew, that made it through- After and at so many endings, Blizzard, joy, death and sun mending, A Shepherd’s life through trials as me, given in- Is that finally it? Tell me, Heart, did I Come to know the key? Yes! Redemption arrived therein! After that long time; Look, I no longer Have what you think it takes, Saw more light in night than day, But, indeed, honey in that canvas’ eyes swirls back Again, Every shade a muster of reflection, Fingers are grazing in sensitivity No surgeon can try to beat, Black lips glimmer in heat- Shush, the point of Such sight? Just: that I can look in that canvas mirror Back, That all realisation greets my mind. That a narcissist is the highest claim of support and love. That after all The path All mirage left, And broken I know
who i am.
(... Yes, the battle has seen its end... Sword’s placed in peace in proud, Murky earth.)
Someone left the beloved dead one in snow To keep on going on. After Coelho’s Shepherd’s Heart got him stuck In a realisation. And I finally looked at my given portrait And saw finally again I am worth a whole world And more.
You crumpled my heart, just as casually as you step and crumple the useless fallen leaves. I then realized that there I no point to sit and grieve. I thought that I could trust you again, but oh I was wrong.
You broke me again, but this time it made me indefinitely strong.
