I thought I could smother
Those yearnings with quiet ease
So I resolved myself into a life of solitude
But the voices inside my heart
Want fireworks and shooting stars
They scream for supernovas and black holes
I cave in, signing a thousand death certificates
As little by little, I scatter a piece of my soul
And with every love found and lost
With every hello and goodbye
I watch them wither like autumn leaves
Superb expression Mitch,l read the poem twice .lovely and sad sentiment.
True love will shine soon..Thank you so much for liking my posts.Best wishes.Jalal
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Thank you, Jalal. It’s my pleasure. Have a great week! 🙂
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nice post . x
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Thank you! 🙂
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you’re welcome. check out my blog too if you are into fashion and travel:))
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with dreams,
living through
the night,
till each dawn.
i walk among
broken wishes.
everyday.
WoW!!!! beautiful poem…….loved it!!! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Love the poem – you’ve got real poise!
I have just had my first book of poetry published, Prism – an anthology
Visit sensualism.me and you’ll see all the details – on sale now
A little book of poetry would make a great gift this Christmas
Take care, O. x
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Thank you, Owen. 🙂
And congratulations on your published book. Is it in hard copy? I’d love to get one. Will check it out.
Take care too!
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Yes, it’s in paperback – you can purchase it from Amazon as well – just search ‘books – prism – anthology’ and you’ll see it. Cheers, O.
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beutiful ..
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Thank you. 🙂
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I have lived each and every one of these feelings. You beautifully captured this. Thank you for writing!
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Thank you so much. Your words warm my heart. ❤️
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Sigh*……..
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Exquisite! Such imagery -thank you.
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The Wholly Visible Man
There was this kid
Who was born in the last century
And he was wholly visible
I mean you couldn’t see his internal organs
or anything like that
But you could see his thoughts and passions
They were literally written all over his face
His mother noticed it first
When she breast fed him
she saw rivers of satisfaction coursing his face
She saw tornados of anger encircle his arms
Saw oceans of flight churn his running legs
Saw needles of hate slide down his fingers
toward his sister
His mother took him to a doctor
Before his dad might notice
And he referred her to a specialist
Who referred her to another specialist
Who told her
“That’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“What can we do?”
“I have no idea.”
Rumor has it that they removed vestidule wings from his shoulder
But there is no supporting evidence
His mother home schooled him
She made excuses
She tried makeup
Tried etiquette classes
Tried hypnosis and fortune tellers
His mother later ran off with the circus
To live with gypsies
We will not go into the difficulty
His condition presented when he tried to date
Think about it
His every whim and fancy in full view
What self respecting girl would want to see all that
He completed a college degree in interactive art
With an minor in microprocessor interfacing design
They built an entire new wing
On the proceeds of his patents of the sensu-sound theatre systems
He changed his name
And retired into seclusion
disappearing from the public eye
The Chameleon Effect
The young girl said
“How do you do that?”
He said
“You can’t see me.”
She said
“Yeah you’re right there
and there and
you are very hard to see
I agree
But there you are.”
And she laughed
He turned and tried to walk away
But she caught his arm
“I just want to know
How you do that.
Can you teach me?”
“I doubt it.”
“It’s a neat trick.”
“Don’t you need to be some other place?”
“Nope.”
And there they stood
for the better part of an hour
“Does your mother know you talk to strangers?”
“Nope. Besides you aren’t a stranger.
I see you here almost every day.
What’s your name?”
“What?”
“Your name
What’s your name?”
And for perhaps the first time
He looked into the eyes of another
And found humanity
“Finton
Finton Silverwryn.”
“That’s a nice name
My name is Natisha and I’m seven years old
Everybody says I look more like I’m nine
but I’m seven.”
“Natisha
How do you see me?”
“I can’t see you straight on
But if I look at the edges you are knida blurry
You come here to this bench almost every day
And you look around
I remember when the fat lady almost sat on you.”
“Natisha most people never see me
And the ones that do don’t like it.”
“Oh
I like it OK
Besides I’m just a girl
And no one sees me either.
Ut-Oh I hear mom calling,
Bye.”
“Bye Natisha.”
And for the first time in forty three years
Finton felt something akin to . . .
Well he didn’t have words for it
He only knew that he would miss Natisha
And he did
As the days passed Natisha
Traded kindness for indifference
Traded gentleness for coolness
Finton never stood a chance
He showed her that he could become invisible
By becoming one with the world around him
He would let the sunlight flow through his heart
He would let the wind course his hair
He would open himself to the setting sun
And at night
If he focused really hard
He could become the tiny points of light
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