Summer
soliciting an escape
somewhere within the deep south
where sweat sprouting humidity
threatens to drown me out
oppressing ever present heat
cause me to hallucinate
make my heart strain to beat
sticky hot sun sink through my skin
heating my very center
so that the stress will wear thin
let sweet release relinquish me here
saving me
from my now feather-light fears
summer fills my wings with flight
cuts loose my ankle anchors
and sweeps away the clouds for sight
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Social Networking: Waste, Written, 5/29/2011
Social Networking: Waste
Media manipulates
maneuvers our minds
gives us the "hates"
of all varying kinds.
Works up our nerves
for the higher purpose it serves,
a slow silent domination
through this hard-wired creation.
Can't escape
extricate
or deflate,
not in society's
current state.
Needing constant contact,
craving attention,
sharing all
we think to mention,
baring all in pictures
and press,
furthering a tangled mess.
There are other ways to express
and this is just another
human test.
Media manipulates
maneuvers our minds
gives us the "hates"
of all varying kinds.
Works up our nerves
for the higher purpose it serves,
a slow silent domination
through this hard-wired creation.
Can't escape
extricate
or deflate,
not in society's
current state.
Needing constant contact,
craving attention,
sharing all
we think to mention,
baring all in pictures
and press,
furthering a tangled mess.
There are other ways to express
and this is just another
human test.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Rejection, Written 5/24/2011
Rejection
Weird how rejection
drops you down,
reels you in
drags you under.
In the middle of your almighty storm
it steals your thunder.
Crashes a caffeine rush,
makes your face burn and flush.
Rejection rocks you to the core
leaving an ego regretfully sore.
Some steal relief in reluctance
while others let it fuel re-fire,
as for me it leaves little room
for anything other than imagined desire.
I'll escape within my dreams
where reality splits at the seams
giving me whatever I need
no matter the means.
Weird how rejection
drops you down,
reels you in
drags you under.
In the middle of your almighty storm
it steals your thunder.
Crashes a caffeine rush,
makes your face burn and flush.
Rejection rocks you to the core
leaving an ego regretfully sore.
Some steal relief in reluctance
while others let it fuel re-fire,
as for me it leaves little room
for anything other than imagined desire.
I'll escape within my dreams
where reality splits at the seams
giving me whatever I need
no matter the means.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Liar, Written 5/11/2011
Liar
Pretend you'll care for me,
we both know you wont,
trying not to believe your lies
before you speak, please don't.
Your words worked magic
enough to draw me in,
and now you feel so far away
lord only knows where you've been.
What you've done,
all in good fun,
of course I am at fault
through your lies you lent honesty
that I wouldn't take with a grain of salt.
Why let worry lines etch my face
when you told me this would be the case..
To waste my time with one-sided love
you've shown your true colors
when push came to shove.
Pretend you'll care for me,
we both know you wont,
trying not to believe your lies
before you speak, please don't.
Your words worked magic
enough to draw me in,
and now you feel so far away
lord only knows where you've been.
What you've done,
all in good fun,
of course I am at fault
through your lies you lent honesty
that I wouldn't take with a grain of salt.
Why let worry lines etch my face
when you told me this would be the case..
To waste my time with one-sided love
you've shown your true colors
when push came to shove.
A New York Early Morning, Written 5/10/2011
A New York Early Morning
A six thirty A.M. train ride
from the west side
clears my mind
pushing thoughts aside
from what I did last night.
All the thoughts in the world
couldn't make it right,
now seeing everything in hindsight
with the early morning light.
Early morning make me free,
as i search for serenity
in these streets.
The city sets it's boundaries
holding no love for me,
I'd sooner prefer the sea
sink into the sallow green.
A six thirty A.M. train ride
from the west side
clears my mind
pushing thoughts aside
from what I did last night.
All the thoughts in the world
couldn't make it right,
now seeing everything in hindsight
with the early morning light.
Early morning make me free,
as i search for serenity
in these streets.
The city sets it's boundaries
holding no love for me,
I'd sooner prefer the sea
sink into the sallow green.
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