"goldenness" poems
I'm the chain fallen loose
from my father's truck
as he drives at night,
chasing him home from
..."business."
My father is Lake Michigan
in January--cold and restles.
I'm the bystander of a shootout
between my family.
My father is a carpenter
painting my goldenness
gray. He's the voice
in my head, and I am
...worthless.
A Boy never had the chance
to break my heart, because
my father already had.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
I can hear the waves speaking to
my soul, swirling rhythms of blue
light beaming in my sight, a smooth
bridge of poetry rising all over me,
a bride of glory and passion nudging
up against me, sparking creative
inventions and insights inside
my mind.
I watch the sun shine in its
magnificent kingdom, glittering
cheeks of goldenness, sweet
tunes of enlightenment filling
the landscape, as the puffy
clouds float in a bed of brilliant
seas.
And as the afternoon fades away
into the evening, I can see the
deep glow of dreams rooted
in this space. The great white
pelicans soaring above me,
distinguished creatures of
dominance and depth. The
river of trees blowing in
the breeze. The vivid
purplish hues carved into
the sky. The dream chasing
perfection rowing across
the skyline, as my heart
is reawakened in this
world of thrilling creations.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
i am a wave that never reaches the shore,
for i break too soon before the land.
but i've always liked the look of sand:
golden, the colour of dreams, where shells that
hide secrets in them lie; secrets i would like to know.
sometimes they whisper in my ear,
but i never quite get to hear them as they are
swept away faster than they can say goodbye.
maybe one day i'll get there, and i will listen to the
stories they tell. to know how it feels to have reached
the shore, basking in the goldenness of sand, the sun.
but i am not like them.
maybe i will never know.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
There exists a world
Consisting of only colors
As magical as a dream
The grass is of electrifying emerald
The sunflowers are dripping of goldenness
It appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colors
Your hair flows of fiery oranges
Your lips are a perfect mixture
Of bold scarlet
And ****** crimson
An artist’s masterpiece
Until he smears it with his paintbrush
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I loved you. I needed you.
But I shyed away from your rays
Yet I saw you without seeing you
When I do force my eyes to stare
at the goldenness of you
your face is unfocused and
I am temporarily blinded
by the halo.
2 seconds.
That is the longest I last in direct line with your light
before I revert back to my wallflower state
A moss of hair falls into place
Always busy doing nothing
Your closeness warms me
The close proximity makes me shiver too
Too hot and too cold at the same time
I break into a fever
I feel too cold without your presence
but my cheeks flame when you are too near
I swear my mind is getting muddled
all I think about is how I get the perfect balance
of the distance between me and you
Though you scorch me
my mind convinces me I want you near
The closer I get the harder it is for me to breathe
My heart pounds impossibly fast
What is wrong with me?
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
The other day the clouds cried
A-a-a-and it was louder than
So much louder than the sanity I thought I had
The skies rendered emptiness
The epitome of the reflection of my soul when you're there, & I'm here,
& the works of art don't exist enough to connect out hearts
And no, empty doesn't always mean clear
I-I-I-I tried to write the other day but the moon was not in agreement
The terms we've come to tonight are a result of the evidence I recently provided to it:
I miss you
My hands are shaking
My arms are twitching
My muscles have deteriorated to such an extent that scratching my own head at the puzzlement of my house spinning is so painful
It is so painful
I am sore
I am so sore
& I just wanna be sure
I wanna be so sure
I want to be sure that our relationship won't deteriorate as my proteins have
Our world has already collapsed once
& the thing is when the body rebuilds proteins, the muscles become even stronger
My arms are shaking
My mind is racing
My hands are twitching
My eyes are waiting to be blessed by the essence of your presence that gives reverence to the very beings of heaven
(Which is to indulge in beauty)
I-I-I-I really want to be apart of your art
I want my thoughts to be found in the midst of your strokes
I want my emotions to be captured by your hues
I want my love to be complimented by my sorrow & I want them to blend in the midst of your creation
Make it so
I-I-I-I try to transfer the goldenness of your skin
& the beauty in your eyes into the words bespoke by my lips and the message hidden in between these lines
I pretend that my pen is a brush that paints the very hint of blush on your cheeks that glows as does Rudolph's nose everytime that jollyness speaks
My arms are killing me
Paint my pain as if it a flame that can't be tamed.
Please.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Fly kicked from the hot oil,
the one that said,
“I will coat you in goldenness!”
Your soaked by the cloths tears of bleach a
playful bath-time of toxic shrieks.
Not as sweet as you were.
You tremble into the duplicitous trap of Charlotte’s web.
Tangle and twine.
Magic won’t save you.
You can’t hide away from the Pitbull’s saliva squad…..
Kinetic + Kitchen = your fate.
Enjoy!
Justine Louisy
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Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC