'creative expression'
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Spawned and cognizant of
Riches and chronicle,
Peering turned glances to knives
From a painted monacle,
While the heart of a rose
Stays inure,
Whisps of soul tend
To be lured.
Why do we write, scribbling ink onto paper?
Why do we do it now instead of later?
Why indeed do we do so many things in life,
Instead of facing head on its many strifes?
The audience goes silentAs the curtain starts to openThere on the stage is a whole other worldMaybe one from this galaxySometimes from the nextBut nevertheless the actors preform
Can I hear one?
A real one for just once.
A poem about our children,
and why they need healing from their parents decisions.
Have mercy on my soul.
For there's some things I do not know.
Written stories have gone untold.
Water the rose, over time it'll grow.
What do you call a home, that's not a home?
Lonely child, no one to hold.
if beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
then those who cannot see her light
are merely blinded in the reflection.
she's gold and iron, so strong and lovely.
Just like every second of the day
Creativity cannot be rushed
It’s something we all have
And what makes us
US
But something overlooked
My brain it runs
and runs and runs
and sometimes
trickles.
But I always hear it dripping.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
One day there'll be enough to swim in it.
But now there's just enough
My little Snow Lily
My little frost flower
When your dress is so frilly
it strengthens my power
If you ever feel like a petal and fall
See.
Cracking, crying.
Reeking of many failures
Tasting the bitterness of shame and fear
Began so long ago,
Boxing was the passion,
Fuelled the desire, at 15 years of age,
Non stop training, to be the best.
Running, sparring, padwork,
Part of the regime,
Training often,
The day of rest, for the nations best.
But who really stay in bed? Body clock, kids, and intsa too, make
this very distracting for you.
Try as you might, to switch off from this, the sun rises, disturbing
It happened so long ago,
the memories aren't so clear for me to see.
You were everything, everything to me.
I trust you would always be there, yet it weren't to be.
Alone in this would, my life is so incomplete.
Read between the lines,
Something I have just learned,
Some people try to hide,
Behind powerful words.
For some it's difficult,
To find the correct vocabulary,
For vocal expression,
Poetry has taught me to not ignore the people closest to me. I've learned to acknowledge the pain that they cause me. I've seen how my father left one day and didnt come back for months.
What has been taught by poetry?
I have learned much about the person called me.
I have learned how to express myself creatively.
I have learned how to set my thoughts free
Stop loving me gimme youre drink of toxic im not welcome to exuse my K.D
welcome myself crazy im so alarmed be so sweet my clone has gone so crazy
im the king just kill me with youre apple im to exited
Hey babe have you seen my blossom? I just lost it so quickly
so did you see a little spark in a sharks eye? But babe have you seen my basket?
that is for the blossom so why nobody found my blossom and my basket?
Reopening this hidden treasure chest
Treasure not of riches but of rareness
Holding all my worst and bits of my best
Why this? Why us?
Why do my uneducated peers pass judgement so freely?
Am I similarly found within them often?
Why do we find ourselves without bonds or restraints?
Why are we all so vicious to other humans?
I don't Care. Who cares.
Caring is causing wear and tear on my mental.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
strong arming
those around me into submission
my only mission was to be
I just wanna be successful
"How now brown cow?"
Is what I would've said, about now,
But within this past year
I over came my fear.
Expression
to say what one's inner self wants
without always having to say
The one thing that ignites the light
Which excites my mind from day to night
Is the delight I feel once I write
All my focus is on the trains of thought
All I notice is what I jot on the spot
I long to be your deity,To stroke your entirety With the palette of my choosing As I cover you in colorAnd give you life.Never mind what I useIt is assured I will always have a use.I love the way you grant me competence,Complete control.I love th
I am extraordinary, my life, my brain, everything surrounding me is magic.
Wondrous light that angels dare not see.
I am one, one in a sea of faces, each dark and clouded.
Eyes dull and heads slumped.
Me and my friend Mr. Pen
Where do I begin
From the aroma your black ink gives off
With every flick of my wrist
To the kiss stains you leave on fresh paper
I knew we’d be friends until the end
I bash my head on the walls until it cracks open
I let everything pour out soupy and thick
like egg yolks
Behind this stained glass wall
I see you.
Broken and alone
Behind the color and perfection.
Countless times,
I have tried to break through,
But unfortunately
Up again,
Awake and aching for a change,
A shift in the vicious circle,
Where life takes all prisoner,
And leaves nothing but stones
In the ground.
Don't make a sound
