shan't cry,
her chin lifted
giving an illusion
of confidence, even self-worth...
a lie.
shan't cry,
her chin lifted
giving an illusion
of confidence, even self-worth...
a lie.
a lie
you think I can't
see you beneath your mask.
you think it protects you from pain.
it can't.
Lost in silence.
The general ramblings and mutterings of a starving artist:http://www.online-literature.com/for...p?userid=27522
it can't
succumb to pain
no matter how fatigued.
it rises up, facing challenge...
my heart.
My heart
leaps up when I
behold a rainnn.... Oh bah.
Wordsworth got there first and better!
Plague on't.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
plague on't!
this daft world screams
with the insanity
that fills its every chasm - break
love's chains!
Love's chains!
Why would I want
To break what binds me here?
Prisoner of love! Bound to you—
Love’s chains…
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Love's chains
Hang loose on me,
Yet when I seek to roam
They stop me short and bind me close
To Thee.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
To Thee
My praise ascends
The distance between us
Disappears as You press in close
Wonder
Wonder,
I hide beneath,
The hell I wish to seek,
In darkness I shall come to sleep,
In time,
In time,
If I try hard—
If I search out the world—
If I can only see past myself—
I find…
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
I find
no time for you.
Your judgments bore me now.
You no longer intimidate
this girl.
This girl,
Made my heart stop,
How could I have told her,
I wish I could feel everything,
I cant.
I can't,
feel emotion,
it sags this darkened brow,
which once felt serene and light,
bedecked,
My hide hides the heart inside
It’s raining.
Oh, how these sudden drops disquiet one—
These transitory dimples left upon
The water.
One thinks of long roulettes around the sun,
And wonders how much longer…
Nice poem. Not a cinquain, but nice.
2-4-6-8-2 syllables to each line.
Bedecked
and bedeviled
in the cloth of one's birth,
comfort and pain coupled to brand
our skin.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
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