#discreet
plastic palm trees
off kilter heart beat
attracted to polarity
underneath all the heat
underneath all the freeze
i am harbouring me
the little ole boy
painting pictures of joy
fashion gowns and abstract swirls
unlocking a whole new world
what lies underneath?
the veneer keeps discreet
what do i call me?
my complexity consists of fracturing
the growth and grace is ablaze
a forest fire craze
i unlock myself these days
singing for spells of rain
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
My traitorous heartbeat,
just won't slow down,
tryin' to be discreet ,
with my fallen crown.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
still is the night air,
scent of new blooms says something;
all dark, moves discreet!
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
tell me your fears
tell me the reasons for each of your tears
tell me your secrets
remove the mask that you wear with discreet snippets
show me your flaws, open your doors
I want to show you that I'll always adore
tell me the things that make you resent
humanity, tell me what came and what went, tell me what you received and what you sent
tell me love, tell it to me as a cure
if you can't, show me something pure, you've already drawn me into your allure
tell me at Christmas and tell me on Monday
open your arms and I promise to lay
open your heart and I promise to stay
tell me if this is really what you feel, tell me a secret and my lips will seal
only to open when they touch yours
give me clear pictures and tell me what's real
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
Husband and Wife! yes, that term sounds nice.
When they tie that knot with gold.
Two will live as one, this path has just begun.
Together until they both grow old.
In this lifetime dance, sharing their romance.
Will things always go their way.
Errors can slip in, create a family sin.
That makes this connection sway.
He might go astray, and his wife betray.
And the odds are this won't go.
Far to making them want to try again
But many others may not know.
From an outside eye love will never die.
They were made to live as one.
Rather a theatrical play, than give the game away.
The deception has begun.
For a child's grace they create a face.
That is happy and sublime.
But they drift apart, both have lost the heart.
And just seek to bide their time.
For it will doubtless be when it's not us but me.
And for freedom they will aim.
No more having to distract with this farcical act.
Finally ending loves spun game.
Should it go on so late, when love does turn to hate.
Is it not better to just leave
For trying to be discreet can be so bitter sweet.
Like a web that spiders weave.
Better to live a truth than to try and prove.
To those who are outside.
Of this marriage bed where these hearts have bled.
Just for the sake of pride.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC