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A fine work of art,
in a private collection,
you're a captive song!
Have you ever had so much to say, but no way to say it?
Every answer you've sought to find is true and tried but still,
to no avail, you're tongue tied.
Like the words behind your lips are in knots
and they're not as simple to detangle as earbuds,
(ha, what a laugh, even that is like rocket science)
Do you see the point I'm making?
It's like your own thoughts are encrypted
and you're forced to try and crack the code.
Like you've just self medicated with poison, and now,
you're trying to create the antidote
with shaky hands and eyes blinded by confusion.
It's like walking down the street with your shoelaces tied together
or sitting on a not so metaphorical bed of nails
Difficult, to say the least,
hell, even painstaking,
to want to scream every word at the top of your lungs,
but have no words to produce.
betrayed by your vocal chords, you're left mute,
and feeling stupid.
To have such a valid point but no way to make yourself understood,
It's like putting together a puzzle without finding the corners first.
Do you ever have something to say, but no way to say it? because I sure as hell do.
Strips of paper
Colors of love
Birds of words
Doves of tears
Blood of ink
Bone of soul
Cloud of hearts
Beats of rain
Fire of flame
Flame of fire
Always always
Growing higher
Nothing nothing
But pure desire
Every every
Thought of you
Never never
Leave this page
Paper paper
Love at last
Forever ever
Forever
Home
working on making some "paper" sculptures
https://m.facebook.com/NocturnalBloom/
It all hurts just a little too much to look at these days
it all seems like a little too much to bear, to feel, to know this much truth at once
Sunshine it hurts my eyes but I still want to chance to look at it
Just to know the color just right
The beauty of the sky that's a crystal clear cornflower blue and cotton candy clouds
Outlined in black and ready for rain
the trees that stain
the landscape in various shades of green
I hear it talk to me
In all I see
and what it says
is that this is a beautiful place to be
this land
this Earth
this world this universe
my place
Your place, our place,
we are all part of the same race

We don't have to go
fast or slow
just as long as we get there in the end that's what really matters
as far as I know.

May 28 2016 *All Rights Reserved
Cherie Nolan
I cried when I read this...because it felt so right. Hope someone gets it.
i wish i could simply curl up in bed and sleep the days away
It was a warm sunny day
but gone were the lights you've shone me before nine

That warmth that once enveloped me
had turned to chilly winter sighs

I thought we were okay
but I know baby, I won't lie

We would've been so sunny
if only I hadn't left you behind.
I'm sorry. I left.
straight line
turns to squiggle
as tired mind
turns to slush

weary soul
begins to wobble
as happiness
fades to grey

and in the twilight gloaming
paces the dog, black
with eyes a' gleaming
mouth a' drooling
and  dinner on his mind..

torchlight
follows the squiggle,
brings warmth and sunshine
slush becomes liquid
fluidity comes to mind
and the wobble is centrifugal
seperates the grist and the grind
gives surety to the tired and weary mind

torchlight comes from kisses
murmered words always kind
not breadcrumbs but shining pebbles
to my hansel and gretal state of mind

forrest large, big wolf lurking
pebbles help me find
home and hearth and kin
that gives grace to the
rebelnheart and mind
that oft makes me blind
and lost and a'wandering
in the squiggle......
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