Monthly Archives: March 2015

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Poet

Posted on March 30, 2015 by MuseWriter

 

Oh Poet

Writer of lovely verses

With your imagination

Shaping metaphorical figures

Around your bright red

Tongue

Do you know me

Oh Poet

You claim to see

To make us believe

However daunting your task

How far will you run?

There’s a garden

Laid with flowers

More than the violets

That you seek

Sunflowers stand tall

Guarding the edges

Oh Poet

What others would you find?

Once betrayed

Forgiven never forgotten

If you choose conquest

Over silence

You reap what you sow

I am grateful for words ❤

 

A Bullet to the Heart

Posted on March 26, 2015 by MuseWriter

I don’t know why we fall in and out of love

Humans hoard their vulnerabilities until they forget how to feel

We gorge on the sensitivities of those perceptible to our eye(s)

Acting as a kitchen sponge rather than a breathing being

There are those who can love

There are those who can be loved

Some people greedily accept whatever they can get

While others try to hold onto anything attainable

Fake smiles, lies, darkened thoughts, and mind fucks

Each skill handed off in this game of manipulation

She stole his heart so now he must go steal one for himself

It’s a dog-eat-dog world in this ‘spiritual’ madness

As all of the lost lovers gather together on the firing line;

A bullet to the heart is surely the only way to kill one’s afflictions

I don’t know why we fall in and out of love

 

A Familiar Name, A Familiar Face

Posted on March 16, 2015 by MuseWriter

Someone is talking in the distance

Indistinguishable words that hum into ears

The stars shine brilliantly between the black waves

Churning thoughts and emotions overhead

Air clings to the body like scaling skin

Pieces of flaky layers of the World around

A virus killing softly within the wind

Tempting the breath of those chosen

Figures dance by in all of their fancy

Pretty faces with open mouths smiling wide

Boys and girls falling victims to the Romantics

Inventing lives upon hurtful stories and lies

Would you recognize my face if you saw me?

Would you guess what I could be thinking?

These are the questions that I dream about

The answers we seek often never surprises

Energy breaks free into me then through

A solid wall of heavy empty space

Another piece of the imaginary puzzle

A familiar name, a familiar face

 

Here I Am

Posted on March 3, 2015 by MuseWriter

 

Clumsy animals of the wild

Asking for handouts to survive

Picking up the pieces out of spite

Accepting peanut shells able to find

We eat to count the years of life

Sustaining the body in anyway, every time

Self-proclaimed Masters of ignoring emotional strife

Can you hear me calling?

I thought I wasn’t even trying

Until the sky began falling

And now,

Here I am

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