"indestructibly" poems
She
is a beautiful
giantess
painted with
blushing
rose-colored hues like
peaches-
-and-
cream;
her
soft hair
coils and
coils
of gold
with colors of
wild wheat
and
honey
twisted
throughout it;
with eyes
the color of the fairest
skies
in the world,
like ice cubes
with little dark blue flecks
of a mysterious
azure
stone,
cool and penetrative
and frighteningly
intense.
Actually,
they’re more like a Caribbean
Sea,
like when the waters shift
from a tender cerulean
to an amazing aquamarine…
and in the sun,
to the side,
they're the slightest hint of green…
Her
cheeks
are
blooming,
rugged
peonies
and her eyebrows
full
and the color of
sand
and
straw;
her
lips
ruddy plums
in every season of the year;
her gorgeous teeth
hug each other closely,
and when
she
smiles,
it’s a little
gift
from heaven…
her laugh is
infectious,
a hiccup of
giggles…
her arms are
pure shades of
pale
pink
petals
and in the summer,
graciously tanned: the lightest,
most
beautiful
bronze, a color
all
her
own.
Her
hands are
large
and
rough
and
strong,
wrapping one's own and all else
in a manner most
complete
and
indestructibly;
her demeanor is thrilling
and irresistible
and
intense.
her
moods
are
unknown
and
ever-changing….
pry into her
feelings
long
enough
and you will
meet
an
abyss
and never return
and
never
learn
anything
at all.
Her
eyes
are
immense
innocent
expressive
,
pupils darting to
everything
happening
at
once;
when she
walks, she’s
proud
and direct
and
she’s
the
light
of the
world;
everywhere
she
goes,
she
illuminates the
paths she chooses to
grace;
she carries the
torch of strength and beauty and mischief
and
daunts, races
the
flames --
she’s as
spontaneous
as they
are.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
I leave my heart in cities
I've never been to.
In states
I've never seen.
And I wonder why I'm lonely
when I'm the only one who leaves.
There's a heartbeat
somewhere in me.
Though it chooses
not to love.
I do care,
but for a second,
so please don't press your luck.
Indestructibly hopeless.
I won't hide it,
I'm a mess.
I'm addicted to
this chaos,
and you don't want to know the rest.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Perimeter is perimeter-
Its diameter, radius is constant.
And for the necessities of life
Around that perimeter,
Continuously coming and going.
Alas destiny!
Do you want to return without any need?
In the twilight hours, or on a catastrophic morning.
Will I be able to see you.
What a zero perception!
Ah, what a repetitive format -
Torn pages of a fragmentary novel,
In the bitterness of summer, in the footsteps of memory
There was a murmur,
However, it is very indistinct.
Shrouded in the thick fog of thought,
That destiny-
Cannot be seen even in successive incarnations.
That is indestructibly invisible!
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 4:32 AM UTC