"boldened" poems
Nothing changed
The streets were the same
People remained on their mapped paths
Perhaps people don't change
They just find the seeds within them grow
Until, eventually, their identity becomes the flavour of the root
So that the individual thinks themselves changed
When, in reality, they are just a boldened result of all that they have always been
I am this, as are you
Everyone is the rain, the grass, the sky
At different intervals
We have all been that girl, that guy
Everyone prays from time to time
Frightened by the realities, we wish not to face
We, the ever fascinating Human race
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
Your hand submerged
in the clearest of mud puddles,
my crystalline heart floats
Smile traced in ink, a
porcelain mouth
cheeks kissing dreams
over the pavement, shining
whiter than your skin
The clouds listen like her
favorite son, the blister of sun
gasping from above
Your morning eyes,
I've never seen them brighter
holding your mind asleep
beneath the overflow of ideas
recorded in your head
That shot of whiskey
clouds your speech, teeth
stained sharpened boldened
by the alcohol within
My breath knows
the walls of his mouth
like it's never known yours
Moons fogged over,
the eclipse complete
I forgot to remember
the dream as it lived -
no longer used, it sinks
to the bottom of my fountain mind
I focus on the turning
the weight of my feet
on shallow ground
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
Dawn slipped through the dusty blinds
of the chipping white condo
in the middle of the city
Soft, pale light
like the sallowness of her late son's cheeks
stuck in broken bars
to the far wall of the living room
The tiny yellow canary
in its iron prison
did not sing
A newspaper
with boldened headlines
lay open on the kitchen table
unread
The neighbours ignored the fake white lily
laying quitely on the cement,
cracked with cold,
the blue recycling bin
that had never been taken from the curb
the letter in the mailbox
that had never been read
The murmur of the news
floating from the television
that was always buzzing
filled her head with the static of
Nothingness
And her head, it seemed
was at the bottom of
Everything.
Slowly, the electric blue light
was lifted with white fingers
from the grey sky, through the blinds
She sighed heavily.
She hated watching television in the dark.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
so when I look from zenith to horizon I can no longer tell whether I am myself or I am Leah-wife-of-Jacob, who maybe cried the same tears I did when she realised he would never love her. I could almost drown in all the insignificant pain of others before me who loved a significant her to no end or, avail.
Because it was me who was recalled to life on a single note of your voice which time has boldened to singularity. And it was you who said the best people get lost along the way with your back reflecting this half of the room. And yet
Anxieties flickering to embers; awakened.
Video tapes filed away; unpacked.
If I could not cry I would not, even when you shook my cynical bones to turbulence and life with the reminder that you are ephemeral and so am I. How should I pretend to live knowing that when I lose you this time it will not be to self-control, but to forces of something as calculated as time.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
My words for you have melted together
Like gold and scarlet
Broad, deep themes of joy and emotions
That I cannot spill them out in an ordered form
they drip down warm
Upon the page they make a boldened shape
dark curves and twisted lines
like my face pressed against your chest
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
A boldened king
Shall take his stand
In a kingdom to be broken.
The fate holds true
For whistling winds’
Prophecy was spoken.
The southern prince
Will turn to face
The fort of his own land.
Though he stood tall
He’d surely fall
And perish by Earth’s hand.
In his absence
His place is claimed
As to the Earth he’s bound.
And much like his kingdom’s future,
True,
His body shant be found.
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 9:44 PM UTC
A look that could pull down birds
The break in the cars
A change of tone in the middle of a word
That reminder of who we are
I feel the blood in my fingertips
You've frozen my imagination alive
Thought affects those two hinged lips
Emotion dries, and time
Time sighs
In the shadows of lit looks things flicker
The gaps between my ribs softly itch
Will blood in the bath make it thicker?
In sustenance poor, in-boldened acts rich
It didn't take my breath away
I simply neglected the air
I simply neglected the notion of life
In that world stiffening, hopes raised, soul listening
In the simple beauty, in the quiet glistening, of your stare
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Intricately painted across your skin
Don't know where to stop or to begin
Beutiful designs of black on brown
Feel them and trace them down
I know you only here for tonight
I hope u stay longer than mornings first light
I want to see deeper than the masters canvas
To touch, to hold, to embrace your sadness
I see the loneliness caged below the beauty
I wish I could be the one to set you free
I saw it in your eyes when we first met
When the crystal clinked and our fingers touched
And later when our cloths pealed off
I felt it in your kisses soft
I see u shy, behind your masterpiece
Of boldened colors, sheilding release
Your walls come down as we unite
Our limbs wrap so right
The paint disappears into the moon
And then there is just you
I see u pure and warm and light
The way I imagined you tonight
Then all to soon it's over
And the canvas comes back to cover
The miracle I just shared
As we lifted the darkness from your head
Is over again as morning light comes in
And I place my last kisses on your specially crafted skin.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
Beauty as the burden burned,
beauty broken finch.
Beauty as the one eyed world,
her beauty as defeat.
Her brow be ****** bleached in broken
bereave brief ‘boldened by bleak bonnet
now tossed unto the ground.
Never wretched young hopeful, angel by grace.
Witching run by chosen one, a blessing and a race.
The imperium titan dominion o’er all,
she standing ***** and tall speak ever of fall.
A worry wormed wicked way up wisdom’s womb,
yet still courage when witnessed begs wonder and swoons.
She's epic and glowing and ever in bloom.
Beauty as the burden spurned,
beauty spared from lynch.
Beauty as the sun dyed world,
Her beauty is concrete.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC