#unicorn
See the profile pic
See the little girl
My baby grandchild,
coucher bouncer dancer,
now so much more
almost all grown-up
Who now knows to inform
Herself by reading words
In “hole” books, she reads
all by herself
So for a Chanukah
present, the doting
Grandfather sends
books, Quelle surprise!
The little charmrr
trained in both
manners and text tech,
reports in that:
** I read:
“Never let a unicorn
wear a tutu”
just right now.**
So somewhere
an old fool tears
up, with a pleasure
immeasurable, and
**** he is thinking,
is this;
*the bestus
onlylovepoetry
he has ever composed?*
and her replies
in years yet to go bye
to himself will surely
arrive as follows:
*“Old codger, do not be
a silly old man, not your
best but maybe your
purest love poem
from the joyous mixture
of tears and laughter
making you happily drunk…”*
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 6:24 AM UTC
I am not the black sheep
I am not the odd duck
I am not the rebel child
I am not the prodigal daughter
Who am I then?
Well...that's a complicated question
I am not your archetypes or storylines
I am not your bad decisions or projections, your should-s
I am
I am what I will be
I am the technicolor, intergalactic unicorn
I am the pearlescent being of divine light
I am the Angel of Death of Dead Tradition
I am the she-Moses getting out of a desert of lies
I am
I am what I will be
Today, I am choosing
today, I am choosing to create me in lieu of inheriting "me"
Choosing well
choosing better
Choosing wiser
choosing more joyfully
Today, I am the randy interstellar unicorn
blazing a neon rainbow trail forward
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
We move on from
Our unicorns,
The ones that got away,
But they are never fully gone,
They are there,
Roaming in the
Grassy fields of
Our souls.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
gently i descend the heavens,
on a feathery whiff
silky mane fluttering.
approaching planet
deep blue
or, is it
some shade of grey?
landed on
umm... helipad?
i fill my lungs
with the air perfumed
cough cough
-- maybe not.
so much for
mama' s tall tales!
kicking a hoof,
leap i go
into the nearest forest
or, whatever is left of it.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Unknown, unidentified, unheard and
yet unbothered.
Unfiltered, uncensored, uncentered and
yet uninhibited.
Unrestricted, unrestrained, unleashed and
yet unencumbered.
Unastonished, unimpressed, undazzled and
yet unabashed.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
What a beautiful way to say it
thank you I love you too the most in this whole wide world
for the many times
you found me everywhere for the many times you reappeared, even on here HP I love you
adore you, and pain to not have grabbed you back then when it mattered to you still
you are a genius to plan your love life chronologicaly a success to not lose no matter the pain or loss life forced my life and love life a chronolical disaster systematically a downhill slippery slope as if unseen forces did all to prevent changing Earth as you dreamevf8r us to do had you known me better you would have made it easier to get to you earlier before life men and women made more scars
if you suffered she'll shock I suffer PTSD none if this suffering though was a problem to win big your way long before mother's day time changes things you could have thrown a big party for you and me but realize
that I was already bitterly wounded
by kidnapping himan predator men and a Charles Manson advocate hunting me in USA
I couldn't follow our old script since you mentioned being married I felt deeply wounded
I felt the hell of jealousy by bad people since age six and later
by demonic Medeas torturing my new born babies I still hear their screams today my ptsd
the only failure real culprit was
your rush to show me your next woman begging you for it all
I can still feel the knife
of those words digging me numb and mute you beast, I was present inches from you owner of your love and treasures why
in hell or in heaven not just grab me and hold me there forever!
weep with me love me to happily ever after!
If i was worth to you everything it was all only yours too already just for the taking!
I am glad my suffering has changed you can I benefit?
see, feel such change! or your wives do? naturally
maby others in your world benefit.
you were easy to love a Good attractive handsome in manner and in form intelligent gifted rich
gentleman I didn't pass you on you ran from me
and I had chicks 8n the best to tend to asap
everyone can see all this in you
I was blind folded far away
scripted fighting malice greed of others hunting me in a world filled with unreality no helpers my allies were invisible
how was that ever fair and then you jumped to put the icing on my devastating puzzle
you got me all wrong and blessed me to test my heart
giving me a live in woumb treasure I lost
then you placed a scriped fairytale tale in my hands as you layed hurting in someone else's nursing hands but you didn't forget me neither did I
and please look at me truth is all that's left for my great loss.
yet I take all this world of reality gone wrong and unreality stink to heaven in a treasure chest heart of gold and soul I am deeply sorry to not win your favour my wounds were fresh and shame was deep mute lame
If you see an Artist in me,
I accept your compliment it's beautiful I am just you too artist in many ways identical two hearts of gold beating as one
however strange.
You like myself are a true romantic a poet a true elite above the greatest minds ever read about or met.
Glad my art ink has changed you for the better and others benefit
your words apeace a rock off my chest I wrote for me for you firstly and I welcomed all efforts to aproach me from every angle
I am eternally greatful thank you
I wanted you to know and understand my inner core
unconditionally expecting whatever is given is given to me
not 2hat I want to for all comments you wrote I thank you for your time your popping up to read to follow to
learn what's in my RHO- core
I meant so much to you.
You still a bittersweet blessing
understanding you too late
my misfortune loving you my
survival paradigm blessing
I was your sand hour glass
time sensitive disaster!
I go lamenting all day long hearing from you
is healing that you enjoy life and breathe helps me breathe too
you remain the love of my life.
I rather share you then lose you
think of me I need you.
Your chronological ink lost me but later found me apeacing me; understanding people
and myself was my winning other key.
I'm reciprocating to your
Scarlett letter A's and so much more.
So be it, let it be its better late than never.
Without you present here my air has been thick, food bitter prayers painfuly unenswered
in my world no person is owned
by anyone dear one.
Someone else you predicted
got to our TwinOaks home.
its all into the Lord's hands now
where else to go in your absence
my dear JPC-RK?
"This is the true loving of the woman who loves you most in the whole wide world."
"I rather shared you then lose you" I Think of you.
In an eye blink tears fall again
"I am wishfully thinking of you"
for you fall in love also
at
home.
~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba -03/03/2020.
Copy Rights.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
Wherever you trail
leaves me chasing for more-
every glimmer in your eyes
leaving me entranced.
Maybe it's a spell of the unicorn,
or maybe this is one big dream.
All I know is that I need
more of you in my life.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
She’s the girl at the party
reading ****** in the corner
instead of conversing the idle
she never learned how to read books with blank pages
She has a heart of gold
it’s just a bit broken
Can’t you hear it?
It’s beating for you already
She’s looking to be soaked in safety
not just comfort
She thinks she may find it
in your dry sense of humor
She wants you to untangle her twisted mind
She’s searching for someone to understand
the evocation that is her soul
that she’s a black hole
yet a ray of sunshine
That she desperately yearns for attention
but burns under the spotlight
Beautiful and tortured like the sea
Don’t judge her for the too many sips she takes
She’s just trying to forget
the things she never deserved to know
She’s using liquor to put out the fire in her brain
No one ever told her that it just helps it grow
She doesn’t want to feel alone in this crowded room anymore
She wants to run through the forest chasing butterflies
the way she always has to feel alive
She’ll make a paintbrush out of her own hair
if she has to
and paint her words on the moon
just to feel special for a minute
something she’s never been able to prove to herself
Because it’s hard to hear her echo
underneath the ocean
even though you can see her reflection in the sky
She’s the girl at the party
reading ****** in the corner
Don’t be afraid
Stars can’t shine without darkness after all
Hurry, before her lungs fill with water
Won’t you listen to her song?
She will learn the chords to yours too
Accept her because she’ll always accept you
- Unicorn
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
I had to learn eventually
Someone else makes you smile
Someone else occupies your mind
Someone else holds you up
I have to realize what we had was literally nothing
Compared to her now
I hope that smile is permenant till your last days here
Wrinkly, old, wise and jubilant
Warm in your bed
Nothing but best wishes truly
-from the girl you called your wonderwall to maybe your unicorn to now no one
Au revoir
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
There he stands in mystic wonder,
white as snow and elegant splendor,
eyes as blue as the sky up yonder.
Silently he moves across the glade,
a silent breeze ruffling his mane,
before boldly glancing my way.
In his eyes there is no fear,
as he circles closer, ever near.
Is that a hunter we both hear?
There, see their spears.
Gracefully bowing before me,
Invited to join him on his journey.
To a land where he is free
and can slumber peacefully.
Through the forest we flee,
the unicorn and me.
ALesiach © 05/26/2014
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
Sleep my love, sleep.
Rest your head on my *******
and place yourself into my keep.
Then, dream us on a mighty quest.
To a land where dragons exist.
Where we can run through mystical forests,
as we chase unicorns through the mist.
Then, on pretty balloons will float, I promise.
As through the marsh we must flee.
Toward evil knights guarding the keep,
where the buried treasure is we seek.
Before we escape on the murmuring seas.
Sleep my love, sleep.
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
There is no reason for you to weep,
for in your dreams you are king.
ALesiach © 05/29/2014
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
The thought before shredding those tiny pieces
Knowing with everything in me that I was saying goodbye to the life I dreamed of having
Already seeing two consequences of those actions
Here appears Slater that lonely fool what I wish to be without you
Beside myself this is just another loop
It kills me inside to know that humanity will never recoup
Three trays and a bag to carry me through this week
Cant we please just keep the peace
I can almost walk unsteadily down this winding dirt road
Praying for a car, all I can see is the train heading straight for me
It seems my ankles have now become bound to this track... ...Heading straight for me
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
Under a shady Banyan tree,
i am a unicorn, my lone horn is shining,
front hooves raised, set to gallop, to help
dreams and desires to materialize...
:::::
on another day, i'm a silver-haired erudite,
amidst scrolls and volumes of tomes,
pondering on THAT, which ruffles my waters,
and defies what i've known, what i believe in;
i'm challenged, i pursue the topic.....i write,
and when pleasance rules.....verses swell...
:::::
however, when my mind is drought-driven,
and my days fail me, i become a banshee,
wailing my ineptitude...my inadequacy,
warning myself...of worst days coming...
there's nary a line, or a verse to celebrate
when exists, this poverty, in poetry......
:::::
i see a poet sailing on either one of two rivers
one always moves on...wind tiptoes on its
surface, its ripples are soldiers marching on...
the other river is snagged...flows off and on;
but, water always finds, creates new paths,
eventually, it flows....at times, it overflows...
::::::
the urge to write is water to the poet,
touching his/her toes...always reminding,
there's plenty to write, out there...in here...
you suddenly hear rain hitting roof like nails
or, the neighbor's car revving up, the smoke
and noise ruin your morning air...it irks you,
giving way to an angry 10-word....or haiku...
in poetry...bad and good days occur, whether
near, far, or under a shady Banyan tree....
Sally
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 4, 2019
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
I saw a unicorn in Nirvana, dripped in all colors of the rainbow. It had me seeing different shapes and colors like I'm in a kaleidoscope dream. It gave me hope. I promised to give my days and the treasures of my mind. The bit of magic that lives within my soul.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
There is no easy Poly feeling
This is not fun for those who stay tonight alone
The heart is aching
Despite of understanding
The Gratitude I felt is gone
For those who leave tonight
This may be blissful swinging
An implementing fantasies of youth
Two unicorns are merged into freestyle whirling
Not asking much just making love
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
tracking hooves
hands gripping persephone's fruit
white dress trailing
she's shining
angelic, surreal, her light smothering the dark
nature's peace untouched as she steps through
a ghost of what once was
green melts to grey
her light fades.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
In the ice age
Russia
The people
Chase mammoths
But the chase
And **** unicorns
For their magic
As that winter is
Bleak.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
unicorn and all the soil ran
I turned and all the views and
all opinions and all appeals and executions
turned the whole ground under my feet
and how to walk now
how now to chase everyone from everywhere
unicorn unicorn
fast almighty eternal infinite
continuous unicorn
04.12.18
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
Cut the wrist of a Vampire Unicorn,
and She bled glitter,
but what do you except,
when I’m the Black Sheep of the litter,
not a runt though,
no stunts bro,
just real life right now,
just a blatant looting with more in store,
like a city of broken dreams,
post natural disaster,
when every silenced person,
finally gets everything they ever asked for,
and or,
everything they ever thought they wanted,
and I think She might be The Devil,
but then again maybe She’s a Godsend,
because she feels like a blessing,
especially when she’s **********
and she’s not a priest and I’m not on my knees,
but still to her all my sins I’m confessing,
it’s all lessons,
so what did I learn,
when I saw her spill herself all over me,
and I was left with nothing once the sun rose,
except the mess in my bed she left behind for me to clean,
I guess that’s what you get when you cut the wrist of a Vampire Unicorn,
and She bleeds glitter,
but what did you except,
when you’re the Black Sheep of the litter,
not a runt though,
no stunts bro,
just real life right now,
just a blatant looting with more in store…
∆ LaLux ∆
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
I look for those who deserve my attention,
it makes me want to give them my affection.
When I talk to them it is my intention,
to help with there ascension,
to happiness and the prevention,
of sadness and cause its remission.
It's not out of pretension,
or a sense of condescension,
but because it causes me jubilation,
to better those who deserve my concentration.
My happiness and love are just an extension,
that spreads from my heart like it's from another dimension,
and when you deserve it all I'll do is mention,
all the wonderful things about you and remind you those bad thoughts are just an invention,
of your mind and I'll help you get rid of that fixation,
on the negative and cause all your positives an inflation.
All of this is done because I'm a unicorn that gets rid of all the tension,
in your life and increase the duration,
of what makes you great and cause the negation,
of the bad parts inside yourself in relation,
to how you might lie to yourself since the bad is an abomination.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
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*Chase my heart through forests,
catch me if you can.*
© Pagan Paul (25/05/18)
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC