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Lost Without You - Rhyming
Turn the lightbulb of my mind
on, and scan both left and right.
Wondering what I would be like
if I didnt have you in my life...
No more hands to hold me tight
Only endless nights alone
No more sharing hopes and dreams
Lonely hunger gnaws my bones...
No more laughing at my jokes
Only silence echoes back
Feeling like my soul's been broke
Only sadness, pain and lack...
Left out in a barren land
Filled so full nothingness
But then you reach to me your hand
And I see that I am truly blessed...
The Studio - Past and Present
Turn the knob
Hear the door gently creak.
The doorway to imagination
the doorway to inspiration
the doorway to dreams
the doorway to nightmares.
Glide across the studio
toward the corner
toward the glass
toward the canvas...
toward everything and nothing
at the same time.
Take the brush
(type the words)
Choose the color
(open your eyes to your heart)
(type faster, faster!
before it leaves again!)
Sit in the chair
(smell the new/old dust)
observe the work
(read the words)
feel the brush fall to the floor
(take your hand off the keys)
Hits the floor with a sound oddly
like thunder. Disturbing the silent
sanctuary of this place.
Select the perfect frame
(Which category to submit?)
That one...in the corner.
Oak inset...hand crafted..velvet mat.
(Hmm....Emotional I think)
Hang it on the wall for all to see.
Hesitation...is it good enough?
More Than The Whole
Minute details of your soul
things nobody else can see.
The freckled nose, the tiny mole
the way you glow when you're with me.
The twinkle in your emerald eyes
like starlight in a favorite dream.
The soothing music of your laugh
like water in a lazy stream.
The fact that you have perfect hands
that hold to mine so tenderly.
The dreams we share of distant lands
the "I love you's" when no one sees.
Holding hands under the desk
I see the pieces of your soul.
And as I listen to your breath
I see that you are more than the whole...
Open ended landscapes of emotion
stretching as far as they eye
can see to an unseen destination
that only it knows.
No limits, no boundries
no start, no end.
For good emotions this is
a wonderful thing.
Finding a new facet to explore
every day as you run with childlike
innocence simply because you can.
Room to fly, room to soar
room to run, room to be free.
But what happens when the painful
feelings transforms this
utopia of open space into a
prison without bars?
No companionship, no change
no laughter, no tears left...
And you would trade all the
space in your world for
a tiny room with a single
friend who cares and listens.
No hidden goals, no mistaken meanings
no bitterness, no hate...
Just a little closure.
And that is enough.
Random Thoughts of a Poet
Pondering what it is about
our minds that turn simple
everyday objects and actions
into beautiful works of art.
Wondering where the line is drawn.
Good, bad? Masterpiece, flop?
Who decides what deserves a place
in an art gallery or the discarded
pile in the corner?
Imagining the scenes in my mind
were real places, with real people
and real laughter, but it is just
an imagination like everything else.
Dreaming of being great (truly great)
some day. So people will know my work,
will feel my emotions as I pour them out
like crystaline drops of water from a
pitcher falling and taking shape on
the canvas of my mind.
Just like everything else
all crystal clear in vivid color
Jobs are laid to rest again
some are finished, most undone.
Drawing toward that place within
to distant lands with blazing suns...
Anything you want to be
and everything you know you're not.
In the land of sleepless dreams
where goals are reached, and souls are lost.
People daydream of this place
and let the real world pass them by.
Trapped within a shrinking space
they're forced to watch their loved ones die.
But at the ending of the day
when all the bells have finally tolled.
The prison of their life abates
and sink to pillows made of gold.
And for the briefest stretch of time
a tortured soul feels full of hope.
The land where dreaming calms the strife
and lives the dreams of tattered souls...
FW Contest - Matrix7(2)
As I walk through my day I see
streets full of people with empty heads
and hollow souls. Rushing to get to places
they really don't want to go.
Searching for things they never really wanted.
And killing for things they put in a yard sales.
So I go to my place that they don't know about
my sanctuary if you will, inside
the walls of my mind yet larger than my world....
I fade from their eyes (I was never really there to start).
I fade from their goals for me, their desires
until only I am left with me/myself/and I.
I open my eyes and look down, but I see no hand.
I raise my arms to wind that no longer exists
and embrace the matchless peace as I fade deeper....
deeper...deeper...deeper....until all that is left of me IS me.
My essence, soul, ambitions, dreams, goals...and I am content.
So I watch as life rushes by to places they don't want to go...
searching for things they never wanted, and I shed tears of
pity for them because they don't take the time to learn to fade......
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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