Poems from sleepingsmarts
"The road less traveled"
Frost was and is still onto something.
We, humans are so scared and dependent:
Waiting for someone...
Frustration is the child of confusion and disappointed expectations.The ideas try to come out, but the words will not formulate themselves...
For some sleep is rest for the weary.
But for others, dreamless sleep is the escape from the prisons.
Prisoned by the realities of life...
Poetry,
official language of the heart,
Is the heart’s truth with fluff,
The marshmallow stuff.
Each thought that took blood and sweat...
All skin, bone, and flesh,
protect my fragile innermost.
But that is deception at its norm.
What color does the truth hold?
Black
on the...