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"penitrating" poems
And I sit here once more, Sun beginning to fade over the makeshift Horizon of wooden plank fences and shingle Roofs, glued to the homes with tar whose Invading smell has long since passed. On the shore I sit, a shore made of Overgrown weeds whose leaves look no different From the eruption of water that juts out Of the center of the lake, The ripples seeming to roll over themselves, As if they are trampling over each other to Reach me, and looking away from the metallic Distraction in the center of this pool of wonders, It's as if a river is to be flowing in place of the lake, Lapping across rocks and echoing splash of ducks and Geese dismounting their current of air, Swiftly gliding along the filmy surface, Like a mirror smeared with lubricant, For the reflections this lake cast cannot Easily be told apart. Dark beckons the lights' full departure, And with it the warm is swept solemnly from The land, and my bare hands burn like the Approaching summer's heat. I thankfully clutch my leather coat against Myself, and I gaze upon the lake, wishing Its limited stretch could further. As I trace my eyes across its Waves, a young woman in a pink sweat Coughs roughly and spits in the water, As if it's beauty must be destroyed along With that miserable soul of hers. The willow tree I sit under, Oh how massive it seems, its coarse bark Digging through my jacket and on the verge Of penitrating my skin, but, it is worth it. Its vines hang down wearily, Like an old man, reaching to grasp the Water, leaning so close, its reflection can Be seen from shore, and its desperate vines, Swaying in the wind ask me to come closer. I shall not, of course, for it needs to Grow on its own, and needs to rid of Its reluctance if it ever wishes to achieve Its reward. This, somewhat reminds me of myself, But, this is only yet another wonder, Collection of thoughts, From under the willow tree.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Under The Willow I Sit
And I sit here once more, Sun beginning to fade over the makeshift Horizon of wooden plank fences and shingle Roofs, glued to the homes with tar whose Invading smell has long since passed. On the shore I sit, a shore made of Overgrown weeds whose leaves look no different From the eruption of water that juts out Of the center of the lake, The ripples seeming to roll over themselves, As if they are trampling over each other to Reach me, and looking away from the metallic Distraction in the center of this pool of wonders, It's as if a river is to be flowing in place of the lake, Lapping across rocks and echoing splash of ducks and Geese dismounting their current of air, Swiftly gliding along the filmy surface, Like a mirror smeared with lubricant, For the reflections this lake cast cannot Easily be told apart. Dark beckons the lights' full departure, And with it the warm is swept solemnly from The land, and my bare hands burn like the Approaching summer's heat. I thankfully clutch my leather coat against Myself, and I gaze upon the lake, wishing Its limited stretch could further. As I trace my eyes across its Waves, a young woman in a pink sweat Coughs roughly and spits in the water, As if it's beauty must be destroyed along With that miserable soul of hers. The willow tree I sit under, Oh how massive it seems, its coarse bark Digging through my jacket and on the verge Of penitrating my skin, but, it is worth it. Its vines hang down wearily, Like an old man, reaching to grasp the Water, leaning so close, its reflection can Be seen from shore, and its desperate vines, Swaying in the wind ask me to come closer. I shall not, of course, for it needs to Grow on its own, and needs to rid of Its reluctance if it ever wishes to achieve Its reward. This, somewhat reminds me of myself, But, this is only yet another wonder, Collection of thoughts, From under the willow tree.
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Falling Diamonds I Wake to a beautiful sound to the ear I peered out my window as I see Diamonds falling from the sky Sounds of beauty as they hit the objects below , they chime Beautiful visions I see with my eyes as they appear liquid diamonds falling from the sky Trees glisten with sheen as they are covered with this liquid crystal Leaves Fall with the diamond as they fearlessly attack The ground Water Is the liquid crystals, as it spills all around Running with fierce around the hill and down the rocks Penitrating sound I hear As liquid crystals drip all around me I have no fear! Like melted diamonds it pearces the surroundings all around Magically sparks the color disk that surrounds its area of impack As The leaves and branches where they live, hit The ground Falling diamonds Can you hear?! JMR 2014
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
Falling Diamonds
I did see her! I did! I was just walking by mellowfully, Upon seeing her, so shocked, a trick? My mood changed rapidly, This feeling for a while, it will stick, Her voice, her hair, Those colored eyes, it was penitrating. Her look, her stare, This, it was so mesmerizing, An Angel, She walked beside me, My cage was fragile, And she helped set me free, Without a sign, It all changed so suddenly, The light turned to dark, My heart crumbled as it fell apart, This mesmerization was all too bad, Now she stays inside me and I can never run, For that angel, look again, It Was A Demon......
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
I Was Mezmorized