A pearl necklace,
Smooth on the eyes,
Smooth on the soul,
A delight to all.
The mountain,
Through treacherous earth,
And scurrilous tempest,
Always worth the climb.
The pit,
Walking through with eyes closed,
And heart open,
Darkness washes over like a warm blanket.
The rock,
Heat between two lovers,
Is enough to turn,
Stone to stud.
A pearl necklace,
Smooth on the eyes,
Smooth on the soul,
Always worth it in the end.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Lighthouse
A light spins round and round,
Shining its shimmering essence,
To all who may gaze.
Light without darkness,
A symphony without a conductor,
For the world to hear.
A light spins round and round,
Shining with all its might,
Shining on me.
Shining its shimmering essence,
To all who may gaze.
Light without darkness,
A symphony without a conductor,
For the world to hear.
A light spins round and round,
Shining with all its might,
Shining on me.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Duet
A lotus grows in the mud,
Something beautiful,
out of the abyss,
Is not a mistake to me.
A rose withers,A rose blooms,
A rose is stepped upon in hate,
We are that trampled rose,
We are not beautiful.
A rose,
Painted red,
Rising from the ashes,
of lover's prose.
A rose once read,
Slowly dying,
Like the flames from a first love,
Now dead.
From death,
Breathes new life,
The unforgotten promise,
Putting His name on the line.
We walk a fine line,
For we are not divine,
We are not special,
We are not new,
We are not worthy of new breathe or life,
...So why must we try to be beautiful?
Why must we try, to be something we are not?
A spider spins a splendid web,
A butterfly lives for only a day,
A bee toils for its queen,
Why oh why oh why?
For we are not divine,
We are not special,
We are not new,
We are not worthy of new breathe or life,
...So why must we try to be beautiful?
Why must we try, to be something we are not?
A spider spins a splendid web,
A butterfly lives for only a day,
A bee toils for its queen,
Why oh why oh why?
Because life is cruel,
But also divine,
So haunting and so lovely,
Both at the same time.
Life is the sweet nectar,
Of a job well done,
The ambient twirl,
of the cosmic symphony.
A symphony of love,
A beat of remorse,
A melody so joyful,
It makes me believe that life,
Is a simple accapella.
A chorus sings,
A lover cries,
A demon screams,
And an angel sighs.
*This was a duet poem with my friend Cherry. She's pretty awesome. My parts are the parts in bold. It might be continued, I don't know. Enjoy.
Monday, February 14, 2011
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