#polished
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, why does it seem like we abandon the other planets?:)
threatened on the nights
on the skeptic luxuries they ignite
other insecurities come to highlight
abandoning wants of dark carries that were once in hindsight
not sure if marvelous from the precious of the might hopes tied
clouds of mutual Venuses or Mercurys to collide
on backgrounds of relate of lonely to define
styling a vintage glass of polished wines
not a drink but the dime
not a dime but the inside
-------ravenfeels
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
Now I remain a polished stone
The river coursing around me
In soft and easy contours
Yet my life was not always known
By this harmonious flow
But craggy and rough, long ago
Struck ten million times
By rocks and sand and more
My smooth and glossy skin, I owe
To turbulence and tumbling
Even water alone shaped me
By sheer endurance and patience
Grinding and wearing
Turning me into what you see
A smooth and polished stone
So wonder not that you feel worn
And feel struck by blows undeserved
Count this for a purpose
For with the tossing you are born
A smooth and polished stone
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
We are but cadavers of memory,
cleansing the shore line
of word..
But sometimes we find
that this shell will inexplicitly wash up again
more polished than before.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC