"imcomplete" poems
A girl who suffers from chronic nostalgia smiled at me today;
I think the cancer of loving the unlovable is eating away at her soul.
She looks so old, so young, so weary of the wonderful;
I-can-do-anything girl. But she can’t do this.
This impression of inability must have come slowly at first;
syrup on snow. Sweetly it expanded, cutting its own insidious path
in the soft contours of her mind, furtively filling in crevasses, sugar-coating
the crux, hiding the increasing decay.
Distracted, she let it grow unnoticed, deafened to the roaring silence.
Whispers began climbing out of stillness imperfect; Swelling Deficient;
Thundering IMCOMPLETE. A pinwheel of doubt and insecurity;
She became dizzy with the beautiful fractured truth of it.
I think it became her mantra. The words reverberated through
the hollows of her mind, striking her core. Transformed, she realized with ultimate
certainty that she had discovered the secret in the dark kaleidoscope of her eyes.
Smiling, she looked beyond and into me, imitating.
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC
I'm sitting here with my heart smiling because I am thinking of you,
It's not just your laughter, your voice, or your dorkiness but everything you do.
I can no longer fight my heart for its no longer my own,
It is now & forever yours despite all the pride & stubbornness I have shown.
I can try & fight & hide it but inside I will be empty & imcomplete,
This will forever ring true until the day you are right beside me.
The days are now a blur & I look forward to the nights to rest my head & dream,
for no matter together or apart my mind will always be in heaven for there you will always be.
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 10:34 AM UTC
Art does not praise itself in any way.
It is merely there.
Protected.
Never meant to be tainted
By just any person's hands.
Yet this view is wrong,
For they are unfinished pieces.
As time passes
Most of the paintings will find the artist who completes them,
While a few will be destroyed in the process.
The untainted, untouched is what I desire,
For I am also an imcomplete piece.
I paint others
Helping them become complete.
All I'm looking for
Is the artist that will complete me.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC