“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label beautiful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beautiful. Show all posts
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Ilk-some
He was the kind of guy that would say,
my pleasure,
and from that point forward
add interest.
He was the kind of guy that held resentment
tenderly in his palm
while revealing a warm smile.
A gentleman does not tell
who he calls Beautiful
all the time
He was a kind and gentle man it would seem
to many
too many women.
He was the kind of guy that liked to drive
and scare his passengers.
He was the go to guy,
the kind that goes to extremes.
You know the kind of passionate man
who projects his desires outward,
the type that wants women
to reflect this same desire,
his wants and those wanting him-only
at his fingertips...
On his lips
lies more than truth.
The kind of guy who mouths one thing
but means two,
who denies what he does not remember,
repeats what he hears,
who walks with an air
he thinks doubles as a smoke screen.
He is the breed of human who has been;
in love
dishonest
rebellious
covetous
oblivious
to having lost all trust
when he wasn't looking
and subsequently stopped earning interest.
Day after day, a toll is taken, and then again
I hear him say, I have to go
and yet I stay,
waiting in kind for a different guy.
Portrait by Vincent Rodes c. 1820, located in Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, June 9, 2017
The currency of pretty
How could you be so Beautiful
and not show anyone?
Why do you squander this Gift
doing nothing powerful
with it-
You don’t have enough to spend
frivolously, you said.
Our investments differ dramatically.
Meanwhile, I have been saving up
All my paper money
for disgraced tears
the old fashioned way.
Only trying to help you get
A head of yourself.
Your advice is not the flotation
device
I need to keep a heads up.
I think I am too heavy, too deep
to let it Be. Do not worry about me.
I would happily dissolve back into the sea
as in, dis-
appear
coming back again and again in tide,
leaving crumby trails of gold.
This was you being ugly,
or just one of many duplicates.
Monotony blinds anyone who sees just
silhouettes and small talk, grains as significant-
Personal preferences aside, you should see
Yourself in this light.
Instead we blow off the complimentary
and make glass castles or ballerinas,
all so fragile where thinnest.
If only we could trade
places
matter and Purpose
melt in twisted hands,
beauty was nothing new.
and not show anyone?
doing nothing powerful
with it-
frivolously, you said.
Our investments differ dramatically.
Meanwhile, I have been saving up
All my paper money
for disgraced tears
the old fashioned way.
A head of yourself.
device
I need to keep a heads up.
I think I am too heavy, too deep
to let it Be. Do not worry about me.
I would happily dissolve back into the sea
as in, dis-
appear
coming back again and again in tide,
leaving crumby trails of gold.
or just one of many duplicates.
Monotony blinds anyone who sees just
silhouettes and small talk, grains as significant-
Yourself in this light.
and make glass castles or ballerinas,
all so fragile where thinnest.
If only we could trade
places
matter and Purpose
melt in twisted hands,
beauty was nothing new.
Photo credit by Graham Crumb/Imagicity.com [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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