"travles" poems
The walls here are white.
White?
Quite.
The walls here are quite white.
And so soft, inviting --
little whispers
laughing -- ha ha --
could I but once
see them and not desire to
fly through them --
ha -- but my hands --
bound to these hips --
a waist.
Waste.
Mine?
Do let's try to be careful.
Careful,
careful.
Circles --
aah -- circles.
White?
Quite.
Nice clean labcoats --
let's try another example --
Maybe this time we can --
Quite?
-- understand.
The walls
white
are here
Quite
to understand...
-- Ha ha ha --
Circles.
If you are not
already,
I am quite --
Quite --
white --
sure --
I can bring you
D
O
W
N
and you can run
circles
Drown
ha ha ha
around this
quite
white
table --
bed --
go insane.
Do let's try to be careful
with this one.
And see?
Yo soy
feliz
estoy muy contenta
aquí.
No quiero estar --
estar --
ser en cualquier
otro lugar.
¿Miras?
¿Sí?
Ay, circles, circles,
y el oscuridad --
closes in
around
me
me
¿Blanca?
Quite.
Estoy aquí
with you.
Los ojos --
sí, y el alma --
ay --
me duele.
Señor -- good, good sir --
put me down --
ayúdame a dormir
porque these circles --
White?
Quite.
-- so tiresome.
walls surround
me?
me?
What could you want
with me?
Me?
Escaping --
turmoil.
You must leave --
this chair --
mine.
Not thine own.
This booke is mine to
be writ.
Ha ha --
ha--
This mind travles
c i r c l e s
As if I were ever so good
a writer --
speaker --
repeat me
repeat me
repítame
Me me me
duele.
Ay, señor --
mátame,
por favor.
Yo no quiero vivir en este lugar.
Quiero --
dormir.
Forevermore.
White?
Quite.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
Paper latterns light the gardens path.
To a splendid night and a summer bath.
Rose peddles trampled under her feet.
As her form fill's the darkness.
hiding in the shadows trying to catch a peek.
Of the beauthy who gives life with her
kiss.
Magic seems real on a night like this.
On a night like this the world stands still.
when feelings are spent.
And emotions serve there own will.
She tempts the angels and makes the old young.
Climbing the invisable ladder.
Rung by rung.
Green tea she sips while drifting down
a lonley night.
A painters brush draws a tear at her sight.
Golden hair cold blue eyes.
She breaks hearts with sugar coated lies.
Jasmine fills the air.
With love and memories to share.
nothing about her seems real.
She acts unfazed with mass appeal.
Often is her coldness mixed with rejection.
She surrounds herself with walls for
constant protection.
Living in a world of her own making.
Giving visions of passion for the dreamers taking.
No matter her ways still someone she does miss.
As the wind travles through the trees.
She reflects on a night like this.
She fills the emptyness with a secret innovation.
On a broken dream and a promised vacation.
Standing in the shadows soaking up her eternal bliss.
Romance and passion.
Come togather on a night like this.
this is a very old write of mine i found in one of many old comp books
just thought it sounded decent i belive i wrote this about five years ago when i was to scared to show a friend let alone strangers my work.
anyways alot has changed since
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 5:39 AM UTC
now frozen is a tale about a girl who has some powers
but forget to tell
from heaven or hell
where did they come from?
the the boloved cliche of love at first sight
cruched by her sister
but the delivery was not right
instead of being nice and saying
"maybe take it slow"
she tells her sister it's stupid
"if you don't like it then just go"
so the gloves she held so tightly
conceling
never meant to show
were stolen by here sister who just wanted to know
"why are you waring them?"
as if stealing imagination can save the kids from a world
of ice
so instead of staying
explaining
to the world who loves her so
instead of being royal and not running
she lets it go
so her sister turns to no other
then her love at first sight
to take care of elsa's kingdom
while she travles through the night
while she isn't used to snowy weather
all she wants is to see her sister
because unlike elsa with her kindom she cannot let it go
so she turns to a stranger
with what he calls a talking randeer
maybe she's a little too trusting with her men?
well he thinks so
meanwhile at the ice kingdom
while elsa is making her ice castle
with a lengendary song
she has no idea who she is hurting
by not telling what is going on
but that song though
so the quest
the test of love is at stake
because elsa grew up
surronded by her mistake
the hate
of those glove
trying to control her every move
no wonder she had to let it go
so
it took so long for her to realze
it was not her mistake
she didn't know why this happened
but now she had to take
it
and keep it close
your mistakes make you stronger
if you let it go then you'll forget
so now the beginning of the problem
the love at first sight
causing the problem
for her sister now hair white
because nothing can change the heart
except love
true love
it might not be at first sight
but it's sister's for a lifetime
sometimes a single tear
can change what's inside
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Perhaps I read too much, and not do enough.
perhaps, I allow the twinkling stars to intoxicate me.
I am selfish enough to dream of the stars belonging to me,
they are my true love.
Am I to naive to know of what I need? asking myself why so hard do I think?
Do I read first then apply.?
Does knowing and not doing make me ignorant or wise?
Do I just act? Then look back?
At what I should of already looked at?
Does that make me weak or strong?
Backtracking all that I've done wrong.
Do I stand still or carry on?
Perhaps I am confused.
I retain these things but don't know what to do.
Am I just a fool to myself?
Or a poor woman who's knowledge is her wealth?
shall I believe what I read? if it feels true to me?
Or do I believe is all a lie?
Second guess all that passes my eye?
And let the only thing that is real be the tears that they cry?
Am I to **** up My hurt feelings, pray for healing...?
Be humble and forgive them, all those who did it.
And yet not allowed the mercy to forget it..
Left in the the same position, second guessing my first question
is what I see , reality? Or am I filled with anxiety.
I dont know if this is all a truth or is a lie to me.
When I try to find solidity ,
I ask the these questions that hide in me ,
so they see, whats inside of me..
It soon floods with tears, exposed are my fears..
Trying not to care but , but im scared.
I share my plight, hoping to be empathized,
but I share with those who have caused the lies and put these dieses in my mind,
but they are the only ones that care that im scared,
trying to hide that im confused, emotionally bruised,
in my heart
where it all starts..
then travles in my brain..
and I dwell in the pain,
And the only thing thatmakes me sain
Is the intoxcation of the stars
As they twinkle a million miles away
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
light thinks she travles faster
than anything she thinks she is more stronger
no matter how fast she travles
even if the bone of her kneels crackles
but she finds out the darkness has always got there first
and waiting for her who calls herself best.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC