You let your feelings be said on paper Rather than saying it verbal Amazing how the emotions fade like vapor I start to wonder, am I visible?
Staring at me as if I’m thick You really think I’m that ******? Who am I to you, some young *****? Guess you don’t know I heard you say it
I wish I could read your mind To see where you get your motives Wondering why you think I’m blind When I see you carrying your explosives
Opinions dividing me as a human No matter what; no one’s thrilled One thing surprising is the confusion Better be careful to not get killed
Living life without a say Going through all the struggles Tryna make it out as though I am brave Though my pain should be clearly visible
Where are my friends, are they here? Ghostly marking their presence I think I can sense something in the air Or maybe that’s just my annoyance
The second of my trilogy of poems... Visible is another one of the poems in my portfolio that I gladly sit back and grin at in admiration, because of such vibrancy within the words I've used. Just like the previous poem, that being 'Gone With The Wind', this poem is mostly a stab at what I've seen in my life and judgements made against me. ---- Hope You Enjoy! Comment & Let Me Know Your Thoughts!
If I am out with lips stained hues Of poisoned berries and rotted fruit And skin so like an airbrushed doll You wonder if I am real at all If the gleams of sparkles under my eyes Catch the light and make you blind If my wings take flight in the wind And my lashes drip ink like a sin Pray for me.
Because the color on my lips is there So I don’t forget my voice. And a porcelain face can smile as long As its cracks are covered with paint. And the glitter alit on my cheeks Covers the bags of too little sleep (when my soul is so tired I just want to cry it’s nice to feel pretty with something that shines.)
So pray for me Because today, I have put up my walls My heart is down and I am small My makeup is not a show for you It’s a reminder to me that I’m visible too.
I wish you well My dear old friend My green-backed flame Set along the clouds.
You lie beyond the night When the people have all Fallen asleep in their cots Doomed to awaken To a gilded sky that brews With unseen grace Not invisible because eyes Cannot track it But invisible because gazes Are melded with the grass.
Aww wow the visual world is become distorted Help!!! The all pervading abstract art is me eating up The familiar The girlsurroundings I'm bumping auch! ! Into the ****** crystal chandelier Why does it have to grow right out of this absurd scuffy and smitten sofa dangling sadly beneath this blatant ceiling ... Ohhh awaww where are the Stairs to my bedroom **** ! they are twisted like a shabby shaggy. No no no how can I climb now up to my pink silvery bedroom? I need a rest! The windows became cracks of the lawnmowers soil pointing to the magma earth core. Or is it vacant and inhabited!? I have to go ballistic Braaaaaam a flight out of the lobsters hut hut succeded Love shack is grooving Everybody is moving come around I'll shake the tree branch and have a lovely dawn dinner with wise clouds. Even got a grip on a beautiful anthem borne upon allmighty god's finger. I Am pushed forward with artistic arms plentitude dancing the strokes across my ideal robes. I don't need an unbreakable strong rope anymore - ditto !!!? I have three eyes. One for you. One for me. One for the emerald sea.
I am not a mad man Indeed, I’m not a man I am the Fisher King An enigmatic fraction Of your frantic imagination I come and go as I please Mixing serene silence With immaculate impotence Who will help me The King and his kinsmen The King and his people A barren madman In a barren world Living on hope alone Hope and make-belief
Yet behind the façade Of a harmless hermit Lies greatness and goodness And the promise of purity The meaning of life And the riddance of meanness The secret of bliss Without ignorance The purest pleasure For both body and soul For the King and his kinsmen The King and his people The barren madman Changing the barren world Into a painting-like paradise
So forget about reason And the rules they imply And embrace the essence Of my delusional ravings Look out for the invisible Listen to silent whispers And expose hidden meanings I’ll be here for a while Resting on the riverside For I am not a mad man I am not a man I am not mad I am the Fisher King A barren beacon In a dark, dark world
i am not writing for 5k i'm not preparing for compilation i am not trying to set new record i'm not trying to impress you,,i was just saving my life
the thing is.... I feel like dizzy because i am lack of sleep doing alone all the laundries then i need to wake up early to hang those over even though i am too sleepy!yet 12 hours of driving is await for me
i am telling you this because my privacy is just like a book on the library you can read me all over again,if you want to pick me up but then again,,there is a policy beyond my legacy...
" ONCE YOU ARE GETTING STARTED TO TURN ME ON YOU WILL STAND-OUT AND I WON'T EVER LET YOU DOWN " MY SWEET AND WARMTH ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO ALL EVER SINCE THE DEBUT POEM OF MINE,,HEARD BY A CALL
starting from then on my *INVITATION and INAUGURATION boost my self to face more aspiration and i do believe that " a day after " is our comprehension
such as my own motto in life and it goes something like this... " Tomorrow will never be the same beautiful as you unless you keep yesterday seems to be precious,, for you to surprisingly survive the essence of today's challenges! "
the question is--- HOW CAN I FACE MY PROBLEM? ,,IF THE PROBLEM IS MY FACE! ---mirror is my visible answer ;)
Who told you that there was something like soul-mate floating around in the depths of the air? Who told you that even air has depths? Was it during introspection that it dawned upon you that all shallow things have depths? But then, the air is not shallow; It is not deep, nor shallow; How has the shallow air depths?
If there are soul-mates floating in the air, it cannot be shallow; If the air is a mere mixture of gases, it cannot harbour depth. Now turn everything around: The air is shallow because it has souls floating in it; The air is deep because it is a mixture of gases- It is all a tale of contrasting realities, And I am asked that why is the shallow air deep, and where is the depth hidden?
Hidden? If somethin is hidden, how can I measure the depth and the shallowness? If it is visible, I cannot see it. I cannot see it even when I see it. After all, things visible are invisible, And relatedness is a centrifugal force.