Forgive. Forget.
Live. Regret
Life is so full of
choices,
laughter,
smiles,
loving who you are.
Every second
tick of a clock
pass by
slowly
each sand grain
lapping up time.
Spitting out
words that tear
and tatter
violently painting images,
creating,
writing,
Write.Write.Write
Time slows
I do not.
write forever
Words,
Emotions,
Life.
Forgive. Forget.
Live. Regret.
Life is so full of
choices
Friday, November 18
Tuesday, November 8
Random Word Poem- (architecture, crash, speak, father, page, gate, heaven, appetite, key, tame)
silence. so dangerous
dangerous as him
i try to speak
my lips are dry
as i wait
and his fist collides with my face
nothing.
i awaken by a gate
delicately crafted
from the finest marble
its architecture
dripping with inspiration and powerful
and i think of him
back when his anger was tame
we both had an appetite for books
pages and pages
we'd devour books by the dozens
and he'd read me to sleep every night.
i gave him the key
to my heart,
but jealousy and rage
grew us apart
no longer a fairytale
that i had once read about.
*smile sadly*
these thoughts are to sad
slick with the painful memories
that this beautiful gate
need not listen.
its pearly surface give me hope
its stone supported me
we are friends
the gate and me.
lost in thought
i sit by the gate for hours
until a man came
once i had not seen before.
his white beard matched the marble stone
and i felt safe, trust
things i thought i forgot to feel.
with a simple gesture
a flick of his hand
the gates opens
and he says
"Daughter, welcome to heaven"
i look at him,
i had forgotten kindness
only remembering pain,
yet as i stepped into the arms of my gate
i turned around to thank him
and he smiled at me
the father i never had.
it was silent as i smiled
yet this was pure bliss
silence. so peaceful.
i had found my true home.
dangerous as him
i try to speak
my lips are dry
as i wait
and his fist collides with my face
CRASH!
and thennothing.
i awaken by a gate
delicately crafted
from the finest marble
its architecture
dripping with inspiration and powerful
and i think of him
back when his anger was tame
we both had an appetite for books
pages and pages
we'd devour books by the dozens
and he'd read me to sleep every night.
i gave him the key
to my heart,
but jealousy and rage
grew us apart
no longer a fairytale
that i had once read about.
*smile sadly*
these thoughts are to sad
slick with the painful memories
that this beautiful gate
need not listen.
its pearly surface give me hope
its stone supported me
we are friends
the gate and me.
lost in thought
i sit by the gate for hours
until a man came
once i had not seen before.
his white beard matched the marble stone
and i felt safe, trust
things i thought i forgot to feel.
with a simple gesture
a flick of his hand
the gates opens
and he says
"Daughter, welcome to heaven"
i look at him,
i had forgotten kindness
only remembering pain,
yet as i stepped into the arms of my gate
i turned around to thank him
and he smiled at me
the father i never had.
it was silent as i smiled
yet this was pure bliss
silence. so peaceful.
i had found my true home.
Thursday, November 3
Inspirational Violence
Violence is an inspiration.
Flashes of red-
Vivid.
Inspiration to hues of stop signs
that can change
the path of lives-
Make it better.
Violence delicately dances
on a scale
that tilts and quakes.
Inspiration for
moderation
a lesson
needed in life.
Surge of power
That rumbles down a mountain
of pain
Lashing out at everything
as it oozes down
burning everything in its path.
Inspiration for new life
to grown and learn
from the new
rich black soil
once kills, now nurtures
the life around it.
Words scribbled
quickly on scraps of paper
as it eats through each pencil
and snaps it
into two
along with your hopes, dreams
yet you look back
re-read it again.
Discover
you’ve created a masterpiece
beginning with the simple words:
Violence is an inspiration.
Hands....
Part of the imagery and figurative language packet for CW and this was an inspiration by one of my peers hands:
Gripping tightly to her pen hands guide her- willing her to write and create millions of never ending lyrics. Hands that are covered in lines that slash through her tough tanned skin each holding an untold story. Her hands flash across the page in a whirlwind of ideas that yearn and need to be written and shared with the world. Her hands mark the world, and everything she grasps holds hope and promise of a song within.Calming their frenzy, her hands slowly halt and she lets the ink seep onto the page. Her eyes twinkle and a smile lights her face and with her hands she passes her word filled paper to give her joy to another.
Gripping tightly to her pen hands guide her- willing her to write and create millions of never ending lyrics. Hands that are covered in lines that slash through her tough tanned skin each holding an untold story. Her hands flash across the page in a whirlwind of ideas that yearn and need to be written and shared with the world. Her hands mark the world, and everything she grasps holds hope and promise of a song within.Calming their frenzy, her hands slowly halt and she lets the ink seep onto the page. Her eyes twinkle and a smile lights her face and with her hands she passes her word filled paper to give her joy to another.
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