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Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to
Because I am not a mirror
Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
Sometimes
I don’t want to think
I don’t want to blink
I don’t want to imagine
I don’t want to be seen
My canvas is stained with memories
Ink seeping from its white sheets like blood
Pooling into puddles of thoughts, feelings, expressions
The red rage that builds up inside me
Today is frozen
in blue and white
we live to stall
upon a blank page
This picture, now
a photograph
In black and white
How can an absence of matter provide so much intimidation?
Your pure white eyes glaring at me with utter frustration,
Screaming at me to try, to experiment, to dream
I sit alone, think about somethingWhere is my life destined towards?Is it towards what I aspire forOr is it towards what I'm inspired forAll of us can cogitate about itBut no one can declare what is it
The gun that was held in his hands killed many and wounded more.
His actions wounded those in the inclosed location as well as those across the nation.
I have never been so horrified of what lies behind someones closed eyes.
White it is invisible in all colors but one.Love it is only visible in the deepest darkest black. THat is what they have in common.
My reflection is in my eyes
And in my hands
They are always moving
Trying to find an abode
Trying to find a cause
Looking upon the distant faces
With no color to define them
Breathe
Take a second to breathe
A diaper needs changed
Immediately
I'm a father.
You
Intimidated by nature
A pill bends my creator
Finally
I'm relieved of anxiety
"Why don't you try writing what you feel down?"
Write it in a poem
Write it in a song
Write it in a story
I can do that
Will that help me?
Writing my emotions down
Ok I think
Why do I still wake up? I ask myself.
Why don't I still my breathing and die?
Because... because I still have to live, still feel
A sense of obligation to finish what I started.
My paper, Blank and voidNothing comes to mindAs I write, nothingInspire me I sayStill I have nothingMy poetic words, lost
Blank
The page is blank
What should I write?
Should it be a sad poem?
How about a poem about death?
Love Poems?
What should I write?
You only write once
A whispering breeze rolls through
a quiet neighbourhood.
A chord giggles from the rooftops
of a busy downtown.
All is gone...
All is vacant...
With nothing but a Blank canvas
left to paint.
A blank
page
just sitting,
waiting,
for my
words.
A blank
page
just sitting,
waiting,
for an
adventure.
Page with honest face
Mirror for the soul
To write down what cannot be said;
Mere feelings will not hold
Canvas with still grace
Reflection for the eyes
