#abstract words

[earthboundmisfitpoetry]

Cruising

After weeks of vexing anticipation I slip into the green And leave my skin, hoping To enter yours. 

I’m all bottled up spring, As is my gift  To you, a bottle among many Foreign drinks and flowers, distilled to a wish For you to see more than meets

The eye, wandering To the bicycle suspended on the wall And the early green  Tomatoes on the collapsing balcony.

And your friends resemble A jolly crew on a pleasure cruise With you as the captain Galantly offering drinks

Aboard I ascend and I talk To your friends about toilets, festivals and just how to intensify the green On tomato leaves

We should sing him a song! An idea that should’ve been her’s For she is lush and green Like algae sticking to the deck of your ship.

[abstractpaintlife-blog]

art matters

no matter what anyone says

it always has

and it always will

[paratmin]

I try to fill those blank pages with words.   But those words fail to hold back my emotions.   And then people blame me for hallucinating. What can I do if the words I fill still keep those pages blank?

My abstract words

[abstractpaintlife-blog]

Sometimes

it feels like

people only read

what Barnes & Noble tells them to

And

they only watch

mindless Disney garbage

But 

if you speak up

everyone gets upset

because 

we’re in love

with the fallacy that

we’re free and making our own decisions

[abstractpaintlife-blog]

if you don’t finish it now

you may never

[paratmin]

I’m a part of a lot of them, Somewhere in me they stem, It could be their beginning or their ending, Or maybe I’m just roaming in the surrounding, I might live in them for a time undefined, But my existence in them is well outlined, There is one in them in which I exist forever, Be it the beginning, ending or climax whichever.

I exist in a number of stories, but a story that began at my birth will end with me.

[brownthoughtsrainbowperception]

When I say I it is merely a complicated sigh

Not an internal nod of spires I can climb

I am human with views loosened because I want to be a wondrous thing within the eye of an ultimate being

Is that arrogantly mean

The shurg of my shoulders is not for the beholder

It is for my resolve

To reach that unspoken mark

Because the ultimate truth is my roots do not subdue solely because others abuse and misconstrue

My hue never true blue only true to my inner grooves

My melody not my excuse

[blogchirayu]

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