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When you stare at me…
Make sure you look for my flaws
When you stare at me…
Look for my pieces on the floor, from my broken fall…
When you stare at me…
Look at my color dripping from my saturated body paint
When you stare at me…
Don’t perceive me as an angel, don’t identify me as a saint.
When you stare at me…
Do it with disgust, see all those who I have given pain
Stare at me & my demons, locked up in hell’s kitchen,
Forced to stir up evil in a *** mixed with insane.
When you stare at me…
See my mind, see the loss of emotions, and see the hatred I’ve gained
When you stare at me…
See the untamed beast, see the monster who is internally chained
When you stare at me…
Forget all my rights, see all my wrongs
When you stare at me…
Look for my black heart, a pulse that is suddenly gone
When you stare at me…
See my smile that tells a sad story
When you stare at me…
Search for all my losses & mistakes, not my small success & moments of glory
When you stare at me…
I expect nothing less but the dark looks
I expect nothing from those who just stare…
I expect nothing from observers who watch me die & just overlook
Stare at me some more…*
Continue to tell me all the negative you see,
Because those who don’t stare… I love
Those are the few who truly notice me
If you are staring you are judging. Let me be.
 Mar 2014 Toni Seychelle
Jack
You whispered your secrets
on breezes of starlight
of moonbeam collections
in night sky desire

Those twinkling phrases
beyond the horizon
which once held the sunset
in blistery fire

Beneath every pine tree
found evergreen wishes
with snow dressing branches
long winters to show

And springtime petunias
bloomed fresh for the season
soft feathery visions
you want me to know

That here as we’re lying
this hillside of splendor
while counting the diamonds
a’ shine up above

Each sunrise of morning
a new days beginning
asleep in my arms is
the dawning of love
 Mar 2014 Toni Seychelle
Ary
Pathetic words came out
Right out from your mouth
Orally distracting
Mentally sickening
Inquisitive I became
Sadly I'm drowned
Enchanted I guess with your
S**tupid words that weren't bless.


a.b
If life
itself
is solely based
       on finding
ourselves,
even though
there's so much
to live for.

Then yes;
I believe in
fate.
Why else
would we
waste our time
with something so
          tedious?
 Mar 2014 Toni Seychelle
Traveler
Open books of cryptic mysteries
I re-read each stanza twice
Deep meanings begin to surface
Emotional chemistry entice

I am but a skeleton key
Struggling to comprehend
I jimmy the locks of Pradip poems
My simplistic mind ascends

Sally soft warm place
Reflect upon our souls
Rained-On Parade a night
Of pain I've never known

Weeping Willows guide
Her spirituality shines
Nap's words freely flow
Creep up from behind

Noose upon my darkness
Depoet mind that bends
Srj1000 my colleague
Chafer celtic hymns

The mysteries grow deeper
So many poets on my list
You take me to a special place
A little red heart I can't resist...
I would like to mention everyone but there's too many
Inevitably Raised by Duck , Whisker's Rhyme, Amy, Maria, r, D.Rose,
K.Rose quinfinn, P.Orchid, Alice, MJS, Fox, Sydney, Liam, Timothy, Author, Gabriel This list has no end....

P.S. And my nephew BORROWED, who borrowed some of my poems.
the Colors came today
Red Yellow
Orange Brown
taking the Green away
back to where the Colors sleep
to hibernate another year

I've been seeing hints and peeks and signs of
their Arrival
for weeks now
I knew to expect them
soon
but today they were just
there
suddenly, and all at once
bathed in copper gold light
against a blue slate sky
exploding all around me
surrounding me in the beautiful dying of my world

every time this happens
every year this day comes back around
they take a little bit more of me
drawing the light out of me with their Colors
to join them in their sleep
leaving me lighter and less
but also denser and more
their Beauty a little death
to bring life back into focus
to remind me of all the wonders I'd forgotten
to deliver again that delicious Ache
that weighs heavy in my chest
yet floats me off my feet
as if waking to the memory
of a Love lost in an ***** dream

so I can no longer sleep.
 Feb 2014 Toni Seychelle
Just GS
Sold my soul for nickels
My heart went for a dime
Two bits for my story
Taxed but just with time
Packed a scattered suitcase
Loose leaf - countless lines
A past of seared in burdens
Masked by my design
A silly thing to save
Regrets (the pain in stages)
A single ink stained suit
Buried in the pages
 Feb 2014 Toni Seychelle
Just GS
Maybe it’s me but I can’t seem to see
Past the pouring rain that some seeds seem to need
Impatiently awaiting answers; questions asked inside a dream
Life today is a waiting room full of magazines I’ve seen
At best we get to live free from hurt up in the sky
At worst it’s the hearse that holds the love that we survived
There’s nowhere farther away than 12 feet from my eyes
I tell the dirt it hurts to pray and I hope the preacher lied
Save me I am lost and I don’t know where to look
All the things you gave to me, in turn you took
The love I gave was far stronger than my frame
Hope is all I have still you keep her far away
The man of rusty steel whose super power’s pain
Hard to cope insane in a world so built on change
The lies we tell ourselves day in and day out, I’ll bet
Tell less of who we are than the dreams that we forget
So here’s to loss and life or so it seems
Stitched together night and day with pain from love's requiem
 Feb 2014 Toni Seychelle
Just GS
Break this pattern
Mind left scattered
In the wake
Of my mistakes
Restless souls with wicked dreams
In essence cold, elicit means
Paint a picture - a thousand words
Satan's whisper sounds absurd
Break the pattern
Like a mirror shattered
A new found fate
Still wrapped in plastic
My escape.
Elastic morals - relapse to hate
Drastic measures perhaps disgrace
Write the path but hear the pain
Fight the ash of desires flame
Again.
There is no rest without sleep
Yet, we sleep without rest
As I lay me down to think
What seems a blink, or maybe less
An alarm goes off inside my head
So I awoke just to question if I'd slept
Ask the clock if I'm awake
'No reply' I guess it's safe to say the answer is yes
And yes.
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