believing when the world crumbles She won’t crumble with it The girl in the red dress A wild horse- a beauty galloping at full speed Never forgetting her worth or her means full of fireworks With a passion overwhelmed by the aching love of the world The girl in the red dress Who is freer then any being Because she lets herself be Free Yet more tied down then she seems The girl in the red dress Who will fight ferousicialy for anything And anyone To the girl in the red dress Who has the wisdom of the moon And the brightness of The sun
The girl in the red dress is the person I want to be. She is the person who is me, but it’s taking me a while to find her vibrancy. This poem is about finding yourself and being brave. One day, I will be the girl in the red dress. I dream of that day.
When I write I let myself taste the expanding darkness deflating my cells of its vibrancy. I let myself be touched by those crawling hands embedded in my bones. I hear my oozing heart’s echoing angst. And watch as my thoughts turn bitter and my shoulder starting to weigh me down As the memories start to climb up my spine.
Now that I’ve written How do I close those doors once more?
The great New York metropolitan stretching its vibrancy trafficking its wears. Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating
Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks, for miles The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat
Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues; vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.