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My emotions emerge, exposed and translucent
they sputter about, springing up, sparks and showers,
and the stories in my eyes wait for you
to see them, read them, find me... believe them.
A deep blue teardrop falls into clear waters
My insides roll free before your open eyes
spread out like a sheet, a map of my mind
But you must be blind or you choose not to see
for you plod upon it all, you trod upon me
and twists, twirls, spreads
You are oblivious, perceive nothing
I'm overlooked and I fade,
undisguised, undetected,
undiscovered, underpaid
like tiny crystal tendrils
I've been told before I am easy to read
and I've thrived by that each day,
But of course the one I want the most
cannot see me that way.
that slowly fade to
I've chosen to live in this cage and perhaps I'll never come out.
I've trapped myself with my very own flesh,
escape means my own pain, so I shout
Why won't you see?
become one body of pale liquid
I'm here, chained to you, and I've thrown out the key.
I've given my heart and my soul
and I hold onto "someday"s,
"nevertheless"s, and "whether or not you will"s
absorbed together, inseparable.
But still sinking somewhere
in the back of my mind...
is the "perhaps I will find...
you are truly unable to see."
they sputter about, springing up, sparks and showers,
and the stories in my eyes wait for you
to see them, read them, find me... believe them.
A deep blue teardrop falls into clear waters
My insides roll free before your open eyes
spread out like a sheet, a map of my mind
But you must be blind or you choose not to see
for you plod upon it all, you trod upon me
and twists, twirls, spreads
You are oblivious, perceive nothing
I'm overlooked and I fade,
undisguised, undetected,
undiscovered, underpaid
like tiny crystal tendrils
I've been told before I am easy to read
and I've thrived by that each day,
But of course the one I want the most
cannot see me that way.
that slowly fade to
I've chosen to live in this cage and perhaps I'll never come out.
I've trapped myself with my very own flesh,
escape means my own pain, so I shout
Why won't you see?
become one body of pale liquid
I'm here, chained to you, and I've thrown out the key.
I've given my heart and my soul
and I hold onto "someday"s,
"nevertheless"s, and "whether or not you will"s
absorbed together, inseparable.
But still sinking somewhere
in the back of my mind...
is the "perhaps I will find...
you are truly unable to see."
Literature
blue
Was it mere months ago;
the span of
a lifetime for a crab.
Who would say?
But I knew it was years-
my own lifetime ago.
Where would I be if
I hadn't sensed it up my spine,
on the back of my neck-
if I hadn't felt you walking
aimlessly on the strand.
I was oblivious to the cold,
even as I quaked from the wind
as sunset approached.
I had to know,
now that you existed.
The world was monotone,
even the waves from
within the shells sunken
in the wet sand at low tide
before the last of daylight blinked
from the fog rolling in.
It happened at breakwater-
I laid eyes on you for the
first and
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His Eyes
With each step, He drew closer to me,
Lurking in the corner, waiting patiently.
In the shadows, where He has no shape,
Devoid of any light, He is the darkness.
A rustle of wind here, a whisper there,
The night is bare, the moon is about,
Casting hiding places for Him as He moves,
Behind me, following my every step.
I knew He was behind me but I walked on,
Walked because there was no escaping Him,
But I made my mind and turned around,
Only to look upon Death, into His eyes.
The coldness in them was overpowering,
But to my surprise, I did not feel the cold at all,
Rather warmth put her arms behind me.
I saw something in those ey
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Code Blue
Concrete and asphalt, brick and steel, flesh and bone
Tall buildings with window-eyes, watching traffic lights
flashing blue
Walk through the wind to the end of the street with me
Somewhere up ahead the streetlights dim, the power lines
fade into nothing
Don't worry; the blue bus, the black chariot, the white trucks
are all lined up there to take us to our destination
Rest and let the driver take over
We've walked far, been scarred, but filled with joy as well
The windows close their sleepy eyes, goodbye
Here we go
A siren's two-tone wail coordinates with the flashing blue lights behind
Unnoticed, the lights go out and the siren
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I know, it's kinda...emotional. bleh.
I wrote this keeping in mind the Blue Poetry Slam contest going on at
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I wrote this keeping in mind the Blue Poetry Slam contest going on at
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ah, this is really wonderful.....I love the words and emotions.....fits where I am, where I'm going.....and words, I just love words, and you have a real gift with them. 