"speeking" poems
They move,
Slowly they move
Closer to each others they move.
Those shades of white
Those white knights
The knights of the light
Throught the blue sky
High in that sky
They fly ...
Beyond that blue, they move
And from your blues they let you move
The whiteness within you start mooving
The tongue within your soul start mooving
The inner voice within you, with you start speeking ...
"SMILE !"
"Smile" they say !?
"Your smile display"
"Display" they say !?
You don't know how or why
You smile just arise
Then you contemplate their smile
You want to touch them
You want to fly with them
You want to smile for them
They are still moving
Not to the north, nor to the south
Not to west, nor to the east
In a complete mystery
But perfectly
In a total harmony
Like a holy symphony
They are just dancing ...
And you are just smiling ...
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
I was a puppet on strings
Moving to your every move
Speeking as spokin to
Jumping when told
But now I'm cutting the strings
And making life a new
A life with out you.
I'm not your puppet,
I'm not your toy.
Forget what we had
I'm finelly free
No more will you hurt me.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
I woke up this morning
With my pillow still damp
From last night's opening,
From that pin-up show
Where truth was first on
Followed by facts then pain
And all was bore straight
Through long held tears.
I woke up this morning
To see your cold eyes.
That Peculiar stare of
The scientist that's scared
Of the monster he made.
Those isolating looks.
That tells me your view
Of me has changed.
Those worried, sad eyes
That are ready to jump
To my aid if I fall
I woke up this morning
To hear those careful words
That tentative speeking
Telling me that you're afraid
That any word you might say
Will cause me to fall apart
Will cause me to take my life.
And honestly, they could
But your cautiousness could
Drive me insane as well.
With your love,
You choke me
With your worry,
You ****** me
With your care
You stab me
Deep in my heart.
Dear Mom
Dear Dad
I am okay.
I lived this way
Long before I told you.
I know how to deal
With pent up pain.
But you act different
As if I'm a time bomb
Or a mental patient.
That's why
I never told you
Cause I knew
That you wouldn't know
What's best to do.
Casting me aside
As a freak is far
From what's good.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC