a curious thing;
to peel back an anthology of labels
& find the essence to be
duty-free
yesterday, I put the “I” in myself
for a quintessential while
& walked for miles
with lipstick on my soul.
Self
Chameleon
tucked away in the smallest of closets
the child in her bellowed; holding fast to the promise of
an aging hyena’s sly smile, fully prepared
to deny those few strands of self
still clinging to pumping calves
on her steady decline
she left her name at the doorstep
along with her unbound fate, dropped
what little truth she had
into the blossoming weave of her mesmerizing colors
& displayed her heart for rent.
Try (Haiku)
faint whispers escape
from beneath my rusty skin,
calling me onward.
(Un)Sp(a)ring Cleaning
and in my thoughts
icountpreferablewaystogetridofyou,
huntpuzzlepiecesimissedalongtheway
and in my thoughts
ispinandtwirlandswirlandwhirl –
stickmyheadindarkestdankestcornerstomakesurethat
onedayyouwillbeutterlyandcompletely
gone.
Behind The Scenes
blue
is the jester’s color
once the curtain falls
and the dimming lights
evaporate
his myriad facets.
Stripped Bare
sometimes i lose myself in the gap
between zombie flicks and heroic deeds;
there is a love story, wrapped in plastic,
that reveals my squishy core
and points your way
when pompous days retreat,
I seek refuge, devoid its colors
& smile in grey, not
taking sides
for a change
in this moment,
when your gaze holds mine,
I shed my heavy armor
and, for just a second,
become me,
unplugged.
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Fred Rutherford over at dVerse invites us to write a poem on the topic of becoming ‘unplugged’ for Poetics today. Grab a pen and join the fun!
Secret Language
like ink
i merge with paper ~
pure and deep,
contorted and flawed;
to relish
this part of me
i do not show
absent pen.
Individual
words
won’t tame imagination.
imagination
won’t tame individuality.
death
won’t tame spiritedness.
find your self
be ~
in color.
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photo credits: web-profile.com.ua
Volunteer
come dusk,
feed and shelter
mind’s orphans ~
they may
grow up to be
near future’s
VIPs.
Related
there’s a lightness
to the heart’s song ~
only ocean’s depth
can comprehend.
lose yourself
to find profundity.
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photo credits: wallchan.com
The Kindest Touch
the stranger’s careful touch
peeled
layers of debris
off my
intimidation-crusted eyes
and made me
see myself…
untainted
and
unstained.
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small miracles… they do exist: The Stranger | Restoration of Self
Through Your Eyes
if i could
see myself
through your eyes
i would
finally know
what i really look like.
Alluring Illusion
fawning
to the image,
the illusion of dream-clouded figure ~
how many
lose the sense of self
in the process of hoping,
the craving for recognition;
without realizing
the hero’s real name
is
Mediocrity ~
not worthy of
such sacrifice.
Deformity
reflection of man
on hollow glass;
brought into the light
to demonstrate –
display
gray on gray
to be noticed
you need not follow the herd;
but show your flaws
and move
intricate mountains.
Listening
inhale
the sound of your heartbeat.
it is
all you need.
Another Wandering Soul 